Dry or Not

The so called godly preacher,

Was walking cross the road,

When he noticed a few puddles,

On the pavement where he strode...

He watches very carefully,

So his feet don't get wet,

So that he will not slip and fall,

And he thinks he's got it set.

He's so very concentrated,

On that tiny little spot,

He will not be distracted,

From mission "Dry or Not."

-Splat!- the little preacher,

Has been hit by a truck,

Oh, poor little preacher,

I guess you're out of luck.

If he'd only seen the bigger picture,

His life he might have yet,

But he chose to blind himself to the truth,

And instead his fate he met...

-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman

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