That Was A Wonderful Story Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They are 'still' on their knees praying,
For acceptance and approval.
And this they do,
While the 'master' makes no attempt,
To hide the fact...
There is specifc intention,
To burn down every aspect of the plantation.

And they continue to pray...
That this vision will cease.
And the mind of the 'master' is restored with senses.

'Wow, grand-daddy.
That was a wonderful story.
You've got anymore of those? '