“On the Seventh Day” by David Elias

ON THE SEVENTH DAY

He Rested

With a kind of fury

A ferocious fleeting Meddachschlop

Before Faspa

But on Monday God said

Let there be work

And there was work

A hell of a lot of

Thy work be done

On earth as it is in

Heaven will not be a place of rest

If God turns out to be a Mennonite

Give us this day our daily chores

Forgive us not our sloth

Lead us not into relaxation

But deliver us from idleness

For ours is the grunt, the heave and the ho

Until next Sunday, anyway

Amen

David Elias grew up in Haskett, Manitoba, and is mostly a terribly serious author of literary fiction, but he’s also a fan of Paul Hiebert (of Sarah Binks fame), and once in a while he scribbles off a bit of doggerel.  His most recent book is an attempt at creative nonfiction titled, The Truth About The Barn.