Heavy Holy Man

The heavy holy man sits on the hill
 Holding hard wooden ball
 Hears mysteries of the universe unfolding but blocks it all out
 He has one eye pointed toward the sky
 As the other searches over the earth
 For dinner
 Without ever once leaving his hill
 The heavy holy man has sampled fast food from all over western Europe
 Wimpyburgers from London
 Wonderburgers from Dublin
 And his favorite, Hitburgers from Paris
 Which he ate whenever he had some free time
 This particular day, however
 The heavy holy man travelled to Amsterdam
 To Febo's
 Where he put one and a half guilders in the slot
 Opened the little door
 And pulled out his Feboburger and Febonapkin
 All without ever leaving the hill
 Then the Heavy Holy Man smiled
 His faith reaffirmed once again
 "All the treasures of this, or any other world
 Are mine for the asking," he thought to himself