Magically, the usually late
Is in front of their school’s gate
Ready to a gentle push give it
Or open fling it.
Now, he is commendably trim,
The hand of the lord strongly upon him,
Miraculously, he tries strides with his blistered pair,
For many weeks the torment of football games not fair.
Soon, he does a linear to their classroom block,
Where he must a shoddily done homework rework
And with that elude his short-listing
For the cleaning and whitening
Of their schools toilet/bowl
Always looking worse than a dying- minute conceded goal.
But lo! In their classroom stared back at him a shape
That did make his pursed lips gape.
Jesus ! A sadly lost and now found football
Of near FIFA quality and leather...
When last fortune had smiled on him he couldn’t recall
Nor when last he did fondle a cap with a stuck feather.
This, though, now not much of the matter,
As his recuperating feet are about to face the real matter.
In the end, a homework to be speedily reworked
Does with a bit of waiting to be once again worked
And its correctness checked
For solutions that may ‘ve been faked.
Aloof
Dressed in shoddy attire as I slow gait,
With unkempt hair and an unshaven face,
Are traits that express my depressed state.
Before my downfall, they did me berate;
And my self-confidence reduced to waste.
So now I dress shoddily and slow gait.
Since I don’t bathe, the odours permeate,
Warning others to hasten their escape,
Is a trait expressing my depressed state.
City dumpsters filled with waste serve my taste
Are on the streets where I beg for spare change,
Dressed in shoddy attire as I slow gait.
“Tragic,” they exclaim, “a living disgrace!”
I remain aloof since I quit the race
And don’t elaborate on my depressed state.
“I’m not lazy,” I explain, “I’m debased,”
And rebuff the world by accepting my fate.
Dressed in shoddy attire while I slow gait
Are traits that express my depressed state.
Should one merely settle for the word ‘Style’
In lieu of the more appropriate ‘Guile’?
A secretary asking an applicant to wait for a while
But still not nearing this anxious file;
Letting the doomed document and others pile,
Sometimes taking this to a shocking mile:
Many false phone calls and not-to connect dial
Freshly asserting how Man has been shoddily vile.
Even when Applicant starts raving, secreting bile,
Feet noisily attacking office tile;
He, mentally wishing for the contents of a poisoned vial
Or resourcefully arguing his case, Fertile River Nile…
It’s all BUREAUCRATIC GUILE!
HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS
From first cry to final breath
Life is a great commodity
A gift of God from Heaven above
Not to be treated shoddily
Yet there are some who go astray
And make a travesty of their life
Unpaid bills causing great dismay
Bitterness and strife
There is a way one can overcome
The hardships they create
Dont' give up and become a bum
Look up before it's too late
Look up and take the Master's hand
He's reaching out to you
Get up on your feet and stand
That's all you have to do
Then the precious life that you desire
Will be given unto you
Saving you from a lake of fire
Christ's Blood was shed for you
Yes, life is precious when we give in
To the desires that kept us bound
'Til we learned that Christ saves us from sin
And His saving grace is found
9 October 2018
For the contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
Dear lost and found
Can you please assist?
Lost – one heart
In poor general condition
Broken repeatedly
Repaired shoddily
(Too many times to count)
It is a good heart
Generous in proportion
True and steady
Not of fickle disposition
A trusting heart
A heart given freely
Last possessed by Julie
Heart was last seen
Being trodden underfoot
By previous keeper
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