July 9th…“WHEN ATTENDING YOUR CHURCH IN KIESTER, MINNESOTA, DID YOU GET BORED BY THE ADULT SERMONS?”
POEM – “The Woozy Wows Of The Thee’s n Thou’s” by N. Elliott Noorlun
The woozy wows, Of the thee’s n thou’s, Attacked my little boy brain.
E’en though I tried, Down deep inside, My sleepy eyes did strain.
Preacher talked away, So my mind it did stray,
My brain finally quit, And went “outside” to play.
It seemed for some reason, In my little boy season,
That God only spoke “King James”,
With a thee and a thou, My brain would kowtow,
Church verbiage all sounded the “sames”.
It was a struggle, As in pew I did snuggle, I would almost fall asleep,
So to keep awake, For propriety’s sake, Imaginations inside would creep.
The floor below, Was tiled you know, All shiny n flat n square,
So in vivid thought, That couldn’t be caught, I’d have some fun with a flare.
Our countryside, Was flat and wide, Roads laid in giant square,
They resembled this floor, Where I sat with a bore,
In my mind I rode motorbike there.
So as preacher preached, To adults in the pews,
Giving King James talk, Of God’s Good News,
My little boy thoughts, Dun lit the fuse,
Of quiet fun, Beneath my shoes.
In tiny micro, Little boy thought, I’d board my hotrod scooter,
As minister sought, To have us taught, As God’s loving earthly tutor.
Staring at my “roads”, I just had loads, Of motorcycle fun,
Til it was time to sing, A hymn, by jing,
For this Norwegian Farmer’s Son.
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