I went to a swim meet last Tuesday and there was
this one bizarre race where all the contestants
dressed up like Jesus. They all lined up on the
starting blocks, and when the gun went off, they all
dove in wearing their togas and fake beards and
sandals and everything. You probably think I found
it terribly funny, right? Nope, you’re wrong. I did
not approve of it. It was completely inappropriate.
The togas were a drag in the water and inevitably
some of the beards came off and they left little bits
of hair in the pool. It was a mess. I never found out
why they did it, and I sure hope the devil slaps
around whoever was responsible. Unfortunately, I
don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the image of
that line of phony Jesuses doing the backstroke.
Professor Poetry Hound
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