Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Tug Dumbly # 63 - Who Will Help me Plant the Wheat?


Who Will Help me Plant the Wheat?    

Most kiss the hem
of religion and rhyme at the end.   
A bit of St Paul, the funeral poem …
No cold godless philistine
can stop friends cocking legs
to tinkle a bit of dogma and doggerel  
over his box, just a little
sprinkle to send them off
to – who knows? – perhaps
a nice after party with Jesus
jumping from a cake:
‘Surprise! Glad you could make it!
Hey, don’t sweat your atheism –
we’re all grownups here!    
(Well, apart from the kids …)
Anyway, grab a beer – got a  
thousand makes … salad, steaks …
Not too rough hey? …’

Yeah, we'd all love to taste the bread
of the Little Red Hen.
Just not go through the hassle  
of making-believe it’ll rise.


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