The Globe Of Knowledge Poem by Kevin Maroney

There was once a sphere of roundly slpeandor
Which had possessed the world's
knowledge in supply never-ender;
In such ripeness did rest its endless curl
That pi couldn't possibly match
to its exact measured pearl.
Such a globe hath once existed,
before in one night a thief did hide
With mouth turned down and belly thin
He stole from there in belly turned wide
quiet as wind.
All was well till he spied a pebble,
and thus did he crash to his dismay
and test guards' mettle
Whom more angry than afraid,
soon swarmed piqued into the fray.

The saddest fact was later made known
and to all the world thence thither.
Before, the world had been nicely hewn
Now did in bad grace shamely slither.
This plain sight was because
of the thief who broke the globe
with a grin and played mus.

He was promptly disrobed
and strapped twenty times,
but they could not quite have probed
the motive of one of such foul crimes.

Avarice, lust, pride, or petty greed?
For what gain or to sell to which creed?
No answer they found no mind the strength of their question
from every evil device and varied suggestion.

Finally, he caved and told him his wish
To which end he'd fullfill
whatever gained dish.

Dish, they asked, wherefore do you mean?
Why of course, respound he,
Knowledge is bad, for knowledge made me!

He proceeded to vanish,
As an apparition might,
but still, not a ghost,
he gave them all a fright.
For, they saw, with unanswered zeal,
this creature, this gnat, was indeed real.
When such a creation exists in known distance,
Then, by God, who knows what other misused mischief!