Across the field
a mushroom lay
a man picked it up
and ate it merrily
His mind began to wander
hoping to become part of a heavenly place
he picked up his step
tripping on his shoe lace
Looking up from the ground
the devil he saw
coming toward him with beady eyes
and a chainsaw
Terrified he shouted
why are you coming after me
it was a heavenly mushroom
in Heaven I am supposed to be
The devil kept coming closer
his dark suit in plain site
grasping the edge of a tree
he looked like in flight
The devil spoke
as he came into range
speaking softly
with this exchange
Young man
you are a fool
you have stepped into
a pasture cesspool
When you come down
off of your high
I am a farmer
rescuing you before nigh
The man slept
waken to be safe again
never will eat another mushroom
grateful that God saved him
copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce
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I would be more grateful to the farmer than the God, but that’s just me. Wonderful Lt. Pierce. I saw it all unravel before me like I was there. Great job. 😀
Thank you. It was a fun tale to write. Have a wonderful day!
Enjoyed reading this – thank you!
It was a fun tale to write. Thanks for reading.
You surprised me in the end. Really enjoyed it. Thanks.
Thank you.