The Poem of Monroe

Scribbled this out in my mind on the way home.
It has been refined, I hope you like my poem.=)
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The group of eighteen, warriors of the Lord
Rose early one morning, and piled into a Ford.

To embark on a journey, long and boring
Shared conversations, laughter, and snoring.

We rented a big ol’ van, and used Purvis‘ too,
divided evenly, the people between the two.

Drove due South through Arkansas, clear from end to end
Continuing on and on, voice messages we did send.

We arrived at our destination, at four in the afternoon
Monroe, Louisiana , not a moment too late, or a moment too soon

Our bottoms were numb, and sore from the trip
Exercise soon, we needed to get

Checked into the hotel, then went to a diner
Fellowship and food, what could be finer?

Sitting there eating, minding our p.‘s and q.‘s
a man stopped, and asked, I have one question to ask of you.

Do you know the Lord? I just have to inquire
For I saw the ladies among you, and their beautiful attire.

The world don’t dress that way, not any more,
What more is there to say? Oh, praise the Lord.

From the world your clothing, is very unique,
Your modesty is something, more than skin-deep

From there to the conference, to hear of God’s word
Encouraging pastors, and men with the sword

To fight a good fight, for not all our battles,
Are against Princes and Kings, on horses with saddles.

To use our stinger missiles, to send blows that hurt
Instead of lobbing pine cones, and neglecting the Church.

Encouraging one another, sweet fellowship too,
Though the mob at the book table was more of a zoo.

Fighting the urge to sneak in some snoozing,
With Dr. Hart, the battle, I was losing.

My head started to bob, till my hip began vibrating.
My cell phone did shake, ‘twas most aggravating.

My brother did make my phone to vibe,
From down the pew my snoozing did spy.

I didn’t fall asleep, not once more on our trip.
My kind loving brother, made sure I not slip.

When it came to singing, and praising our Lord,
our voices together, all in one accord

Sang of His mercy, glory, and might.
Lifted our voices, morn, noon, and night.

Voices, united, a room filled with men
To stand there and listen, made your hair stand on end.

Sitting down for the first lecture, Mr. Cook did get punched.
Purely by accident, His nose did go crunch.

As the laughter subsided, his nose did inspect
Went quickly to the restroom, a tissue to get.

Two nights in a hotel room, with Justin and Tracy.
Not much sleep did we get, went pretty near crazy.

With boundaries set, both were ignoring.
Not one night with them, did end up boring.

Justin, on Tracy several pranks did he play.
Waking in the morning, the room in disarray.

The very last morning, our trip near its end.
Stock up on breakfast, went the command!

For after we leave, lunch won’t be till three.
If you don’t eat up early, hungry you’ll be.

Only half day of lectures, it ended too soon.
We packed up and left, only, half past noon.

On the trip home, we had different seating assignments,
Packed like sardines, we hope no one minds a little confinement.

All in different seats than when we started,
We all almost died if someone farted.

We finally stopped, a quarter past three, for some Mexican food,
For which our stomach’s were thankful, and we thought was good.

Drove on for many hours, to which some were sighing
Mr. Cook as our driver, if we’d had wings we’d a been flying.

We arrived back in Springfield, at something like nine thirty,
Parted ways at the gas station, not the end of our party.

Another good while back to the Purvis’
We decided not to sing, only knowing half the verses

We left their house, being greatly enriched.
Thanking our Lord, for we have been blessed!!