Through stained glass windows
he sits.
he sits.
Music proclaiming God’s love
rocks the house.
All he hears
are garrulous kids
teasing him
on
his
birthday.
God must be running errands.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Jingle Poetry
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6 comments:
a breath of fresh air.
what unique take.
Happy Potluck!
This poem has a nice cheekiness
Love the voice in this. I like what Dunstan said: cheeky.
Thank you! I like cheeky...
Awww poor boy
I remember those days! Even taught VBS once, but not a second time. LOL.
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