The Devil doesn’t Take Sundays off
Armor on, armor all,
Put up Defenses,
Hedge of Angels at beck and call;
Slaying the wicked, slaying self righteous pride,
Got the enemy on the run
With no place to rest or reside;
Going from victory to victory
The mighty warrior soldiers on in Jesus’ name,
Gospel of Truth setting captives free,
Going through the storm, passing through the flame;
Battle tested, battle worn,
Be sure to remain steadfast in the Faith,
Pray without ceasing everyday
Heeding the Word here at play:
Though the Devil has no authoritative power,
He roams about like a lion
Seeking whom he can devour,
So, best not to slumber or scoff
Because the serpent is an opportunist
…….and he doesn’t take Sundays off.
1 Peter 5:8
Ephesians 6:10-18
2 Samuel 11: 1-4
1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18
Mr. Broadbill is a Crepuscular Romeo
“Wherefore art thou?”
He heard her cry from just beyond,
And so he did reply
Crooning as he did respond,
“From what yonder thicket dost thou peep?”
She cooed, “Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.”
To which he did return,
“Gently will I glide staying light upon my feet;
Now, pray do tell – from what yonder tree dost thou tweet?”
She purred, “You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above the common bound.”
To which he did trill,
“Loving you would be such a thrill,
But first ye must be found!!!
From what yonder branch dost thou flirt?”
Merrily she teased, “Love is a smoke made with the fume of a sigh.”
At this the exacerbated Romeo cawed,
“Woman, you speak in riddles and blend in with the leaves!
Parting may be sweet sorrow
But my tail is tired;
So, I’ll say goodnight and goodbye!
If yonder light breaks again ,
…….maybe we’ll try again tomorrow!!!”
The Rifleman
His wife is a surefire Pistol Annie,
She likes him to flex his Guns,
It triggers a real Hootenanny,
Buzzing like a Hummingbird
-She’s smokestack lightning,
Hot Lead thaws these cold feet
And his Sawed-off countenance starts brighening,
15 paces and Drawing fast!
Hammerdown after taking careful Aim,
The Percussion comes after the Shotgun Blast
…….. a Clutch full of Eggs to carry on the Wrenchester name!!!!!
When the Frill is Gone…
Darwin Dewlap comes to the stark realization that his darling wife (the always alluring and sensuous Sanada) seems to have a debilitating headache right at beddy-bye time seven nights a week.
The Dirty Narwhal
Norbert is a real Monodon Monoceros,
A bit too friendly with his Flippers for Veronica’s sake,
A cruiser among the Faroes,
Still undeterred after Destiny left him in her wake;
Brittany says he’s an obnoxious Blowhole,
He’s a real deviant of the Deep,
Why, just look at that Melon!
You can tell….. he’s a Radiohead kind of creep;
Tiffany keeps him twisted,
Jaclyn’s jive gets him to juke,
farrah makes his heart pump faster;
As he chases every Fluke of the lassie Pods
Hoping to rub against those hot blooded bods
And maybe cool them with an Arctic blast,
He shamelessly gives a flash
As they hastily splash on past,
He always snickers with his 10 foot grin still showing,
“Hey baby, if you wanna snorkel with me
I can getcha coming and a going!!!!!”
The Manic Minstrel 