The Harvest had just begun at a Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
Brother and Sister Brown arrived there early in fancy clothes.
The stingy couple did not bring any gifts for the Harvest.
A mouthy deacon with prying eyes approached them at the gate.
“Good morning, Brother and Sister Brown,” he said heartily.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown politely returned the greeting.
The inquisitive deacon immediately asked Mrs. Brown,
“Why did you and your husband come here with empty hands?”
“You didn’t even bring a dozen eggs for the harvest,” he added.
Mr. Brown said nothing, but his wife bluntly replied,
“I can’t lay and neither can Mr. Brown, so how the hell could we get eggs?”
The Harvest
Marlon Pitter
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/12/2022
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Poem topics: husband, wife, good, morning, early, church, Valentine's Day, brother, sister, bring, I love you, I miss you, brown, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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