Professor Poetry Hound


The Youth Counselor - Poem by Professor Poetry Hound

One day when I was in Sunday School, the youth counselor
set up some smoke machines and pretended there was a fire
in the building. He started yelling and acting all panicky.
All the kids, including me, were terrified. Then a bunch of
staff dressed like Jesus came running in and “saved” us
from the fake inferno. It was supposed to be some goofy
lesson about trusting Jesus. But after calming down we
were more interested in messing around with the smoke
machines and trying on the fake beards. Have you ever
played frisbee with a crown of thorns? I don’t recommend it.
It feels too blasphemous. And they’re not very aerodynamic.

By the way, that youth counselor ended up working for the
fire department, of all things. Now he’s out on disability.
A ladder fell on his toe or something. I guess Jesus didn’t
appreciate that fake fire bit, or maybe the guy was too
preoccupied hallucinating about heaven and didn’t see
the ladder falling.


Comments about The Youth Counselor by Professor Poetry Hound

  • (4/29/2006 8:56:00 AM)


    Hey Prof, I think you should sell tickets for a trip through your mind. It would be
    a maze ing.
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  • (4/29/2006 7:39:00 AM)


    pretty good, professor. I think the ending might eventually be a little snappier, but it's not bad now. You're making a pretty subtle comment, and thanks for giving us a great situation, and letting us draw our own conclusions. And for leaving in the fun! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 29, 2006


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