Sunday Afternoon
Waiting for lunch
Wincing at crunch
Of parched corn in my cavity tooth
Snowing outside
Wishing I'd tried
To say hi to a friend from my youth
Sermon was good
Visitors stood
Didn't bolt at the sound of the Truth
Fragmented thought
Normally ought
Not be posted it's somewhat uncouth
Punctuate? No!
Time now to go
And I once knew a redhead named Ruth