As We Climb Over Stony Hill - Poem by JohnPeter Creighton
As we climb over Stony Hill to attend the church,
The mockingbird laughs derisively. A jay screams.
Wilma won't come to church.
Have we left her in the lurch?
No; some one has to get along with the Christians.
And so we sit in Bible school, listening to Miz Bea.
Here is the ass that Jesus rode on,
The lad and lass each colour one.
Afterward, we'll visit the horse stables,
See the donkeys whisk their tails, 'shoo flies! '
In quest of a cream cheese sandwich,
We drive, till we end up at Hooters!
The bountiful breasted tight-pants mulatta
Brings the kids both food and balloons.
Now here's an Eostre goddess worth tribute!
A righteous tip is proper remuneration!
On the screen roar the Nascar!
By the restaurant rumble Harleys.
On a chopper in rides Jesse,
Sun glinting off polarized goggles.
By River Street, King Solomon bends palms
Into shapes of rose and crosses.
Tourists and soldiers' families trot the walk.
Freight floats up the river to the port.
I hear the Bunny coming!
No, that's the babes at Uncle Harry's!
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