One time back in Sunday school, they forced
us to participate in this dopey reenactment of
Jesus’ crucifixion. We had to put on red foam
rubber clown noses and big clumsy clown shoes
and then carry a heavy sack of rocks on our back
as we walked a phalanx of older kids who shouted
insults and fired water pistols at us. I remember
coming home with soaked clothes and a sore
back. We weren’t supposed to keep the clown
noses, but I did. Do you think that was wrong? It’s
not like they missed one stupid clown nose. I was
angry about having to take part in the ridiculous
exercise, but I guess I still shouldn’t have stolen
the nose. I don’t know. What would Jesus have
done?
It started a cult in the desert of Deserted Fathers who studied what Moses supposes and Greek secret knowledge called Gnosis, so they were called 'nose-ticks' and they lived like clowns with humorous in tent. They buried their text books in the sand. You were lucky to go through this - it would be considered child abuse today. Did it put you off the circus, or religion, perhaps?
Maybe if you'd stolen the nose form a rich clown and given it to a poor one. Oh no, wait - that was Robin Hood. Hugs Anna xxx PS Have a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let' snot think about what was left in those rubber noses by the previous class. -chuck