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