Not poetry but inspired by the Faithful
In Tennessee did Kenneth Ham
A shiftless pleasure Ark decree:
Where Ay seven five of tarmac ran
Past Bibles measureless to man
Down to the Carib Sea.
Eight hundred acres of fair ground
Would be wrought by pride unbound;
And there would green, fertile untainted hills
Be gouged by bulldozer, scarred with ease;
To make a space for bleeping tills
and waste the lumber of great trees.
I had considered a visit to this "museum" during my last road trip, but decided against it.
First, I didn't want to give them any of my money (and it's expensive).
Second, I felt fairly sure that I wouldn't be able to contain myself and would rather quickly be escorted out.
PZ Myers has a pretty funny blog piece about his visit.