I’ve tried my hand at poetry before, but never in public, so here’s my offering for those events pertaining to us Baptists this week:
I woke Monday morning, rolled out of bed
I looked through the haze, what had my phone said?
The Twitter blew up,
Chik-Fil-A is corrupt.
I checked on the story, again and again,
It was clear as a bell, Chik-Fil-A was in sin.
Oh no and oh no what will I do?
I looked and I looked to find the real scoop.
Chik-Fil-A hadn’t caved. We’d all been duped.
I thought it might be from The Babylon Bee,
but it was straight from the Twitter of Mike Huckabee.
See, he was mad at Dan Cathy.
Seems that our media, the paragon of virtue
Just thought Chik-Fil-A was now friends with LGBTQ.
LGBTQ said who, not you
There will be no forgiveness, no never, we’ll sue.
Then Franklin Graham weighed in, fresh from packing a box,
He said, unequivocally, Chik-Fil-A rocks.
There it was, there is no doubt,
Chik-Fil-A had won, and it was a rout.
Now on to some other disclosures that deserve quite the shout.
On Wednesday I woke at a quarter past two,
I’ll read Pulpit and Pen, yes that’s what I’ll do.
You know how that turned out, don’t you?
Out there in the land of Esse Quam Videri
Dr. Akin left all with a very big query.
He flared up a fire
With his latest hire
The English professor, Karen Swallow Pryor.
Oh what a shame
And Akin’s to blame
It’s reported she too
Is cozy with LGBTQ.
And so it went on till Akin weighed in
He said she was not living in sin.
She was just a guest
At a conference host’s behest.
Then we went on for the rest of the week
No more anger, so folks didn’t speak.
I’ve got one more thing before I am through
William Thornton, this one’s for you.
I packed me a shoebox and helped Lottie too.
