Injured Pride
I dressed with style in my best suit,
As off to church I went.
I knew I looked quite lovely and
My time had been well spent.
I was to read the lesson so
I sat in convenient pew
And listened to the choir
As I waited for my cue.
I walked gracefully with confidence
As I hurried down the aisle,
Then wondered as I faced them, why
Each parishioner wore a smile.
It wasn't until I was home
And changing from my suit
That I realized why every one
Had gotten such a hoot
Out of the somber lesson
That I had read that day;
A prim and proper Lutheran
Will seldom act that way.
As I removed my shoes I saw
I'd worn two different kind.
One had a solid back and one
Had just a sling behind.
Placed 3rd in Light is on But nobody's home contest
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