Cowboy
The things you learn
in Sunday School...
One week, we built
Noah's Ark:
Folded paper
plates,
Construction paper
door--
United with Elmer's
glue.
Across from me sat
John-John
of the
Pointed Boots.
The teacher saw
a model child
cutting paper;
Under the table,
legs swung,
Purpling my shins.
I raised my hand, but
our teacher
told me not
to tattle.
Mom siad,
"Kick Back."
The things you learn
in Sunday School...
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Born-again, Blood-washed, KJV 1611 Bible-believing, child of God. Going to school to be a Graphic Designer. Favourite activities include: listening to music, playing piano, acting, reading, writing, watching TV, walking in the rain, and eating ice-cream. Preferably chocolate-chip cookie dough.
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