Baptism At The Creek Poem by Joseph Anderson
Baptism At The Creek
The parson stopped, he now was weary,
From baptising thirty eight;
Next, a sinner eager, heavy
'Bout two fifty was his weight.
The parson pondered, he was tiny
Wondered if he had the grip,
To submerge him in the waters;
Could he lift him, would he slip.
On the banks all members waited
Silent, somber, smiling all;
Watching, for they knew this sinner
Had received that blessed call.
Then, a local joker shouted
'Preacher, let me tell you how;
Wade him in, just slow and gentle,
He can curtsy, hunker, bow'.
the rural areas
Was he heavy in sin or in weight? either way wading would save the preacher and the 'sinner' A well written poem
The sinner was prepared to repent, the hard way it seems, a brilliant write Sir, loved it.
A quite funny piece Joseph. Whatever works; there’s more than one way to fry an egg. Just get him in there. Hahaha. Very good.
Still laughing. Not sure if you actually witnessed this but great story in any event. Loved it. You got a great down to earth sense of humor, Joe.
Got a smile from me as well. Thanks for your kind thoughts, so glad you like my poems. Adeline
Very humorous, reminds me of the joker in the movie The Ghost and mr. Chicken shouting atta boy Luthor one great poem joe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful Joseph, respectfully amusing write.