
and remember they had a dad who
taught them to play
left hand air guitar.
When reality/
TV turned more important/
than me, I turned off.
I learned this great Truth: /
Serving in His House daily /
directs me safely.
Stalk red rhubarb’s stalk/
if you dare, but eat not her/
poison’d green leaves fair.
I shall refrain from/
quoting what Shakespeare once wrote:/
Smite that jealous Moon.
She might leave the dime /
there, reminder of the time /
he showed how he cared.
After he’d emptied /
his glands, she only hoped that/
he had washed his hands.