14 lines of weekly disruption!
NEW PROMPT: Write a story or poem about how someone deals with door-to-door religion peddlers.
SATURDAY ALERT: They're Ringing Again!
Back in my old Memphis town,
each Saturday they would come round
and to my humble little home,
they sure wouldn't come alone!
They'd rove in earnest packs of three--
they were as sincere as could be!
They'd thump their Bibles, flash their eyes!
Their fervor they could not disguise!
But I had my creed, of my own--
I learned it before I was grown.
So, their religion didn't take--
an easy convert I'd not make.
Their sidewalk preaching was for naught;
but being at home, I got caught!