Living Kinda Doggedly (Aka Ode To Pavlov's Church Bell)

Poem By Werner Schmidt

Early every Sunday, where I live
massive buildings publicly toll
a churchy ding dong dell -
out-of-place rush hour
disturbing my Sunday serenity.

Will the real Ivan Pavlov please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up...

Bell ding-dongs.
Guilt, shame, pending doom
fuels yearning for cleansing..
Inside brick walls it's available -
this squeaky clean kick -
followed by re-coffee.

Future congregations may have
their own mobile church bell app.
Ding dong dell!
Come to the building
once a week for an hour or so.
Else you may end up in …

Listen to those brass bells sing …
Aha! Woohoo!
Writing, coffee, scrambled eggs.
Barefoot, outdoor, splashing with
dogs and kids.

I thank you.

No dogs were harmed in this experiment.

Wish I could say the same.

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