The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, July 23, 2012

A poem to the atheist

Dear little tyke whom now I know
Did you like your silver bow

I offered you a candy apple
Yet you ran away without the bible

I was amused but you were confused
I offered you a can of mustard

And you took it and ran
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