God was sent home with the non-essential employees...
oh come with me! I cried and see the postage stamp
where I reside. He Smiled. We took the Metro
through the falling snow. I caused that, He said
proudly. Yes, I know, I said and we began to
plan the day. We'll go for pony rides He sighed
and stop for ice cream every other minute.
there's bound to be a show down at the Rialto,
Bette Davis? He says wistfully.
and we'll see all the museums. Don't you care,
I shyly ventured, they think you're so dispensable?
Well, I'm Mister everywhere, anyway He Laughed
and they can't stop Me and he slapped His Knee
almost causing a Great Commotion.
but like it says on TV, there was more
when we both skated into all the psuedo bookstores
with the surly clerks in their moody turtlenecks
who suddenly brightened, wanting to deck the halls and
looking up for once at the Customers.
and this I'm telling you is fact
and if you don't think so you can sit on a tack
or slip on a banana peel
in the grocery store just two blocks down
where He's replenishing the Bread and Milk
as fast as it disappears.
and by the way, He doesn't think I'm weird
or just angelicaly so and laughs at all my jokes
in the right places.
and stares off into Infinite Spaces.
and doesn't care a fig for what you think.
Am I real or not? He ponders with a wink
and we get off the bus.
and this is how I spent my early Christmas.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2015
