POP POP POP
Went the balloons
CRASH
Went the net
The pastor’s doom
CRACK
The eggs on the fridge top
OUCH OUCH OUCH
Father was rolling down the steps
The smell of coffee soaring to the roof
The dog in the distance
WOOF WOOF
BANG ONCE BANG TWICE
Felt like an army of mice
PLONK PLONK PLINK
The piano came alive.
Father scratched his head
For a while no sound was heard.
Then a FLASH
caught the pastor’s eyes
TOPPLE TOPPLE TOPPLE
Went first the books
heading then the FLASH
to cause havoc in the carefully laden
storage room
SWISH
The church lady shrilled
Almost tripping over a runaway tail
balancing a trayful of saucers and cups.
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKING
The little fellow was cornered
ears to the wall eyes to the heavenly ladder.
The pastor rose then grabbed the guest
sat him then on an armchair
then placed himself too at rest.
He adjusted his collar then sternfully
looked at the little pest
ready to finger his questions.
The thumb
Was it you making that mess?
Yes.
The index
Do you feel sorrow in your little chest?
I do.
The middle
Do you renounce your naughty self?
I do.
The ring the bell of conscience
Do you believe in good manners and respect?
I do.
The little one
Will you from now onwards behave to your best?
I will.
Go then in peace said the priest
sprinkling some apple juice in between the furry
mischivious ears of the little beast.
The creature gave a humble nod
then trotted off to chew
the Bishop’s shoes.