the squeals laughter and chatter <br />from the busy market <br />suddenly fell silent, <br />and a cathederal hush, <br />crash bang wallop, <br />descended, then with one accord, <br />the erstwhile happy haggling shoppers, <br />rushed screaming into the moonlight. <br /> <br />In the aftermath body count, <br />an abandonned child was found, <br />playing happily with an unexploded <br />fully primed, ready for the off, device <br />and with no sign of an apparent injury, <br />it was decided the dead suicide bomber <br />had been struck down by, <br />holy holy holy! god. <br /> <br />The child was at once declared a saint <br />and was to be duly reverenced, <br />but, in that particular goody good good church <br />a living saint was unacceptable <br />so he was dutifully despatched <br />and amid twentytwo days of prayers, <br />benedictions and copious amounts <br />of freshly shed, sacraficial blood <br />it was decreed that he was now situated as a mole <br />on gods left buttock, <br />and therefore it was right and proper <br />to worship him in a due and distinct manner. <br />I.E. Henceto and beforth, <br />all bottoms will be bared <br />in any direction it suited the participant <br />but it must be eleven times <br />and in reverential silence <br />and sixtyfive million candles will be lit daily, <br />in his memory. <br />P.S. If any nauseous gasses are detected <br /> in this solemn and solicitaceous ritual, <br /> thirty lashes on the offending bum <br /> will be administered <br /> by the officiating servant of the church. <br /> amen to all concerned. <br /> <br />archie hardie,28/3/2008<br /><br />archie hardie archie hardie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mental-market-place/
