Monday, January 20, 2025

Remix of earlier poem PAD 27-1

 Day 9 Weird , from haiku to dizain


Accents

 

A Southern Baptist preacher came to town.

Began a church when friends and I were teens.

And we invited those who lived around.

About the Bible none of us knew beans,

But were enthusiastic, so it seems.

So summers, kids from south came to our aid,

And helped us with the church that we had made.

From north and south, we all had fun till through.

“Ya’all are weird they drawled,” and teased and played.

And we retorted, “Yins are so weird, too.”



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