Waspishnesst

As we readied ourselves for our Protestant church in
            Our good, Anglo-Protestant way,
On a window we noticed a six-legged urchin
            A-buzz on this beautiful day.

He wasn’t the large, queenly sort of their species
            We meet as a matter of course
And swat till they’re severed in several piecies –
            And don’t feel a twinge of remorse.

No, this was a small one – and lone when we spied him;
            He’d obviously gone astray
And needed our Protestant fervor to guide him –
            ’Xactly how? Well...we didn’t just say.

But we brought out our hymnals and Bibles and preached
            Of repentance – a right fevered pitch;
By the time we were through, we were sure he was reached –
            But for heaven or hell...weren’t sure which.

Yes, with Protestant zeal we preached of repentance,
            But our best altar call he ignored;
So we slammed closed the Good Book, pronouncing his sentence...
            And sent him straight to his reward.

                                                                  —Anon A. Wasp