Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Kentucky Derby Weekend At Church

They wore their Kentucky Derby headdress hats into the church.
The minister knew that no one would be seeing him that day.
He liked conducting a sermon the weekend of the Derby.
He did not have to comb his hair or brush his teeth.

Wise people sequestered behind the hats stopped struggling to see.
Resigning themselves to the fact that it was a hopeless quest.
Aha! They all saw the disheveled reverend on their way out.
Commenting later at Sunday dinner that his hair stuck straight up.

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M. L. Kiser November 3, 2021 at 4:27 PM Haha, Kentucky Derby weekend, everyone's too snockered to find their way to church. If you want to see the wealthy really at their worst...watch a few of their parties on tv the night before. Yep, they air them. A fun read. Caren Krutsinger November 4, 2021 at 1:12 AM I had no idea; I am amazed!

Gershon Wolf November 1, 2021 at 5:40 PM Who was this Reverend? -- Pee Wee Herman?! :) Caren Krutsinger November 1, 2021 at 11:17 PM Could have been every reverend in Kentucky.

L Milton Hankins November 1, 2021 at 11:01 AM Oh, this is funny!!! I don't know how the hat tradition got started, but the women of the Derby really take it seriously. Deb and I never got to go, but if we had, I told her she'd have to make an elaborate hat and wear it. She wasn't into that! Caren Krutsinger November 1, 2021 at 11:25 AM I am not either; I do not wear a hat ever; preferring my Dad hair to stick up all over my head in a variety of devil-like cowlick horns.