Member Poem

My terrified,

pimpled, first 

little yawp

on its way over

those unholy

roofs,

Was blown by a whim,

bounced off

a gable

and fell upon

the deck

of a cynic

It was spitted,

and brushed

and cooked to a turn

Then served up steaming

With coleslaw and beans

And cries of delight

to a peerless crowd of peers

With narrowed eyes

They carved it up

And parceled it out

Amongst them

There was 

a preachment first,

and hymns 

and grace

And then 

Grunting 

but

heartfelt

amens