In the beginning

Sunday morning, nice and scrubbed

Sunday heathens always snubbed

Sit-in rows and un-lended ear

Sunday Christians all give here

Sunday cars, all clean and gray

Sunday children may not play

Constricting clothes and spray on hair

Sunday women all will wear

Sunday smiles, neat and clean

Sunday mood; can't make a scene

Unbuckled belts and football games

Sunday dinner's still the same

Sunday eyes and hushed remarks

Sunday goes, the week embarks

Daily sins, no guilt to spare

Sunday comes with none laid bare

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in 2003 for high school creative writing class.  Poem was rejected by my instructor due to personal offense.  I did not attend a parochial school, but I may has well have.

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