it was
mandatory
sunday school
no sunday school
no
easter basket
full
of jellybeans
and
chocolate eggs
filled
with
sugary
creamy
oozy stuff
oh
and of course
those
colorful
hardboiled eggs
not nearly
as prized
as those gooey
yellow
marshmallow
chickens
ah one
could just imagine
their taste
during our
sunday school
lockup
oh
not only was attendance
required
but
we had to wear
the equivalent
of a prison uniform
which
we were advised
not
to get dirty
and
to remove
once our church
incarceration
had ended
of course
the purpose of attendance
was to instill
in each of us
an appreciation
for the more
adult
reason for
celebrating the day
but
we were children
and
the only rational
reason
for attendance
was to unlock
our parent’s heart
so that
said easter basket
would be
accessible
having been
sent
to bed
early
for their
mischievous behaviors
the two brothers
were unable
to
sleep
the oldest
spoke solemnly
saying
of
all
the devilish
tortures
devised by man
to
punish children
there is only one
that
we must
worry about tonight
oh we’ve
suffered all week with school
so
this day
should have been
our reprieve
but instead
we’re stuck in bed
and
must face
the cruelest torment
of
them all
sunday school
with
sister jones
the elder
who will
without doubt
use our slingshotting
of
her cats
as the center piece
of
her lesson
on
sin
Read Between the Minds 