One fellow’s most serious prayer
(used no more than once a month) was,
“Oh Lord, make me tender, coy
and compassionate so that I may
be better known in Indianapolis.”
In the City
if you’re gonna put up a monument
to a real big-time god, or flashy ruler,
do it in the center of town and yet
as far away from everything else as possible.
One middle aged, sized and angered man offered the following explanation for his life,
“My brain had such astounding thoughts the rest of me simply couldn’t keep up.”
In this one kingdom
they still like to tell of the one guy
whose “vile potential” was such that
no house was one of “ill repute”
until HE visited it.
Nearly ninety-four percent of most things
have seven side effects.