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A CONFESSION
I heard the squelch of death again
as I walked late at night in pouring rain.
Six tiny snails had been moving house
moving as silently as a little mouse.
I trod on their shells much to my shame
I've got murderer written next to my name.
Complete absolution was my only hope
so I flew to Italy so I could see the Pope!
He opened the door and I stumbled in
tears of guilt streaming down my chin.
I knelt at his feet, I then kissed his ring
said I’m a serial killer - I’d admit everything!
The Pope said let me hear your story -
and I hope it’s not gruesome and gory.
So I told him of the events on one of my walks
I’d killed six tiny snails with their eyes on stalks.
The Pope took my hand; as he spoke he smiled
they died by accident, you weren’t running wild.
I grabbed a tissue from a box on his shelf
and then dried my eyes as I composed myself.
The Pope then admitted he had a problem too
and if the news got out it could cause a to do.
Slimy slugs had decimated all the papal flowers
and said the gardener used slug pellets on ours!
It seems we both had learned a moral lesson
and this was the end of our dual confession!
POETS NOTES ....NO SLUGS OR SNAILS WERE INJURED DURING THE WRITING OF THIS POEM
n/a in Welcome To My Random World Poetry Contest judged on 9/20/19
9/13/19
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2019
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