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
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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.