Once upon a hot summer’s day, while in my E-Z chair I
lay
Sweating over homework due on the morrow
I nodded, nearly napping, when suddenly there came a
tapping
Like the Mormon missionaries rapping, rapping at my
small screen door
“Go away!” I muttered, “I’ve heard you all before.”
That
was it and nothing more.
I sighed relief that they must have gone along their
way
I thought I shouldn’t have been so blunt and bold
Until I heard another round, more of that dreaded
tapping sound
As of someone intently rapping, rapping at my small
screen door
In a fit of rage, I threw a pillow “I don’t want your
forgotten lore!”
Hoping
they’d leave forevermore.
Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no
longer
“Sir,” said I, “or madam, truly your forgiveness I
implore;
But the fact is I was napping and so intently you came
rapping
So persistent was your tapping, tapping as you did
before,
That it got upon my nerves” – here I opened up the
door
Doormat
there and nothing more.
Squinting into the sun so searing, I stood there for a
moment fearing
Was this parody due driving me insane, the one of 10
lines or more?
Suddenly there came a flapping, flapping in my home,
then crapping!
Crapping all over my newly waxed floor!! I felt my
heart beating, fleeting
As I looked up from the door,
Tis
a pigeon there and nothing more.
Angered I shooed the bird with a tap, now I had to
clean its crap
I couldn’t believe the bad luck I was having that day
Undoubtedly I knew that now, my mom was going to have
a cow
How I wished it was the Mormons rapping, tapping on my
small screen door
Then I wouldn’t have to scrub, scrub and get my
fingers sore.
Will
I again answer the door? Nevermore!
by Jenn the high school student
January 28, 1993
The Rest
of the Story
Even back in high school, I found myself writing poetry
for my peers. This poem was written to benefit my English period classmates. I
knew this would be read aloud and I couldn’t wait. I remember
choking back laughter and trying to read the poem through my tears. The roars of laughter echo in my mind and I can still see my peers
doubling over in delight. In the interest of full disclosure, everyone knew my
family was Mormon, so it was okay for me to poke fun at the missionaries. I’m
not sure anyone else in the class could have gotten away with it, but I
certainly did.
I believe humor is a great way to balance out the
stressors of life. When I could otherwise scream, shout, cry or kick something,
I choose laughter every time. Do you love to
laugh? Can you think of a time you said something funny to cheer
someone up? Has someone ever turned your frown upside-down with a good laugh?
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