Sunday Forenoon Somewhere Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sunday Forenoon Somewhere



Sunday Forenoon

She is listening to the Catholic mass
On TV and I'm banned from the living room
She takes her religion serious
And will be spared of any sarcastic remarks
About how the Padres are dressed and me
Wondering aloud if they believe what
They say.
We are going out for lunch, the sermon has
Made her hungry and we will have chicken
Killed in Jesus's name, fried to perfection.
Me! I prefer Portuguese bacalao burgers
Fried to perfection, with a salad and later
drive along the promenade people watching.

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