Jesus, Moses and Mohamad: Adventures of Heavenly Stooges by Mohamad El Masri

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 Act I (ACT II COMING SOON!!!)

One day, one day in heavenly heaven,
sat Moses and Jesus, and good ol' Mohamad.
Laughing, bickering n' playing together,
A thousand years of friendship, it had been forever.
The three bearded and robed elite,
lie eternally happy at the Lord's feet.

For ages and ages, since Romans and Greeks,
they had forgotten the world, leaving it meager and meek.
One day in heaven, it happened to be
The prophet, looking down to Earth, cried out with glee.
"How funny, how brilliant they’re lampooning me!'

“Wonderful, wonderful”, said the prophet the loon
"Danish dream come true, I've become a cartoon!"

"Cartoon?!" cried Jesus surprised to Moses.
"Cartoon!" laughed Mohamad, smelling the roses.

"You schmuk, you schmuck" was Moses’ message,
"They’re laughing at you not with you, now hand me my sausage."
"They’re roasting you, roasting you,” said Christ twice over,
"Speaking of roasting, that sausage's not kosher."

Yager the Dane ran over in clogs,
“The embassy’s burning, I’m starting a blog!
It burns, it burns, oh when will it end?
Never, never did this we intend!”’

“I’ll have to do something, do something” cried Moses to Christ,
Who replied covertly, “He’s your cousin, be nice.”

“Mohamad, Mohamad” Moses yelped on his knees
“End it, end it, I’m begging you please!
Stop them now, tell 'em it ain't worth it.
Sure, they’re not Jews, but hey nobody’s perfect!”

“You’re right, you’re right Moses my friend.
Earth has been given a means without end.
It’s time to replace the madness with dawn,
As soon as Jesus gets off of the jawn”

Down to Earth, to Earth tumbled the Prophet,
Followed by Christ and Moses both saddling a rocket.
Arriving at Earth, jet lagged and staggered,
too late had they been the embassy shattered.
So long had it been for the threesome,
forgetting the distance from Elysium.

Burned and gone, the embassy was
Moses coined “stupid is, stupid does.”
Before embarking back, heartbroken to heaven,
Jesus suggested 7-11.

“We failed, we failed” cried the prophet into a slurpee.
In more ways than one, their careers had ended,
surely with chicklets, their souls would be mended.
“What do we do now?” asked Jesus the wise
“Home, home to heaven we rise.
No good anymore, over the hill, too complacent we’ve grown,
too many, too many oats have we sewn.”

“My lords, my lords” said a voice with an accent.
The German Pope appeared in a prayer, translucent.
"Unexpected this visit, but you bring much hope.
Ein Kline spriztvanbroogen de kope”
“Did you get that last bit?” asked Jesus of Moses, thrown a bit askew.
"Nein mien Libe, ne schpriki de Deutche," said Moses the Jew.
After more brown nosing from the Pope, in spades,
“Stop your groveling” Jesus forbade
“The Virgin Mary's not with me, for my sake, end the charade"

“We need you, we need you my lords, stop the blood letting!"
Their divine attention, he was in difficultly getting.
“The Jews, the Christians, the Muslims too
They won’t stop fighting, what am I to do?"

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What will the Pope do? Who will help him? Will the three prophets come to Humanity's rescue? Act II will reveal more.

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