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| Category: | Mystery and Crime Poetry |
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Posted: | April 23, 2014 Views: 179 |
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Chapter 9 of the book Poetry From The Heart
Red's Contest poem
"And How Was Your Day, Sir?"
by GE Parson
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AND HOW WAS YOUR DAY, SIR?
The Rev. Thibadoo, being in a special Preachers conference in a neighboring state, called his head Elder for a situation report. The conversation went like this.
"Good morning Elder Franklin. How are things going in my absence?"
"Oh Reverend, every thing is going just fine; nothing significant to report... well I should tell you, that your favorite cat, Angel Fur died, other than that every thing is running smoothly."
"My little Angel Fur died? What caused her death?"
"Oh, you know that big ol Elm tree on Pine Street, down the block from the church? Well it fell on little Angel fur, and that's what caused her death."
"That big ol Elm tree on Pine Street fell...well what in the world caused it to fall?"
" Oh, well, a pick up truck ran into it, knocked it down and it fell on little Angel Fur, and that's what caused her death."
"You say a pick up truck ran into that big ol Elm tree on Pine Street...well why did it run into the Elm tree?"
"Well the story is that the man driving the pick up truck was being chased by the police, and looked back to see how close they were to him and lost control and ran into that big ol Elm tree on Pine Street, and knocked it down and it fell on little Angel Fur, and that's what caused her death."
"Now let me get this straight. This pick up truck driver was being chased by the police, and he turned around to see how close they were to catching him and lost control and ran into that big ol Elm tree on Pine Street, knocked it down and.. well Elder Franklin, why were the cops chasing that man driving the pick up truck?"
"Oh I guess I forgot to tell you, that man driving the pick up truck that ran into that big ol Pine tree on Elm Street broke into Sunday mornings service and at gun point, demanded all the offering money, but Elder Clinkenbeard, you know how tight he is with his money, refused to give it to him, and so that man driving the pick up truck that ran into the Elm tree on Pine Street, shot him dead on the spot. Someone called the cops, and that gun man ran to his pick up truck and the cops started chasing him and he turned around to see how close they were to him and lost control and ran into that big ol Pine tree on Elm street, knocked it down and it fell on little Angel Fur, and that's what caused her death."
"He shot and killed Elder Clinkenbeard?" How shocking!" How is his wife doing?"
"Oh she took it real hard, as you might expect. She was smoking one of those long skinny things she always smokes, at the time her husband was killed, and it fell out of her mouth and landed on elder Clinkenbeard's shirt, and it caught on fire, which spread to the drapes, and because that big ol Elm tree on Pine Street that the pick up truck driver ran into and knocked it down killing little Angel Fur, also blocked the fire house door, and before they could remove it, the church building burned to the ground. So Reverend, how's everything going for you?"
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National Poetry Writing Month contest entry
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