20JUL25
nothing is nailed to the door
bigfoot gives a sermon
in the dark swaying
it's hard to determine
what he is saying
his eyes glow
like words in red
his thoughts I know
he puts 'em in my head
a good place to be
the spirit is flowing
his pulpit is a tree
that is still growing
he doesn't read
but can mind probe
he has no need
for a flowing robe
he speaks the truth there
a credit to his species
he's like Martin Luther
and the 95 theses
his message pure
loud his roar
I am pretty sure
nothing is nailed to the door
it's a tranquil scene
his smile aglow
I guess 1517
was a while ago
don't think this is a Reformation
at least from what I perceive
seems more like an invitation
to sleep on the leaves
Looks kind of like one part poem and one part ecumenical history lesson. I guess that the flag that this blog flies is as goofy and out there as ever. Enjoy your Sunday!
embrace your style
eat some lunch
on your face smile
like a whole bunch