MORMON MISSIONARIES


Mormon Missionaries Pay Me a Visit

by Ken Hada

I’m sitting on my lawn
enjoying a nice blunt cigar
watching children ride scooters
up and down the street
twilight gently falling,
swallows circling,
Mississippi Kites high overhead,
tree frog, sounds of sweet shadows

Then I see them in the corner of my eye,
two bikes slow
they can not pass a lost soul –
I’m too conspicuous –
I don’t want this feeling, I want them
to pass me by

Good evening sir they say
I’m Elder Hansen says the first
I’m Elder Olson the second chokes
and then they wait
but all I can think to say:
You’re kind of young to be elders, aren’t you?
They launch into their sales pitch
about Restoration and Heavenly Father
while I recoil in smoke, then interrupt
If I convert do I have to give up this cigar?
They are not sure
but soon get back on track
like a loose wheel wobbling
until they finally bid me good evening.
I watch them roll away
and wonder
what gives them the audacity to interrupt me
while I am at worship





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Posted on October 30, 2010, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I love the line about worship and some of the great descriptiveness. And by the way newmission –
    buy a cigarello for me.

  2. Hey VAGABOND,

    You show up and I will buy the cigars bro !!!!!

    PEACE

  3. i’m about due for a quiet cigar.

  4. Wow, excellent.

  5. Dennis,
    I am speechless…
    wonderful
    awesome
    insightful

    Thank you
    PEACE

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