Large Fierce Mammal

This poem is based on my recent recommendation to some people who experienced just such a visit from the type who seem to have forgotten that the ceremonial disposal of missionaries was once a time honoured custom in some parts.

The Uninvited

By LFM

Two people came to visit me
Last Saturday at one.
They found me cleaning up my yard,
And in that, far from done.

Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
Had come to “save” my soul.
I hadn’t asked them for their help,
But yet, that was their goal.

I threw another load of dross
Upon the roaring pyre
I’d built to burn my yard debris,
And watched the flames leap higher.

Then turned I to the hapless pair,
Half way from car to me.
The yard of branch still held in hand
I broke across my knee.

The sudden SNAP, it brought them short,
Fair skidding to a stop.
They watched the fire receive that branch.
They heard it fizz and pop.

T’was then I pointed to the flames,
And smiled for best effect.
Quoth I, “You’re looking for those two
“Before you, I expect.”

They shared a glance of horror
Ere they bolted clean away.
I sent my laughter after them,
Then went about my day.