Of Fools and Their Unrestricted
Pursuits
Where the Pollywogs
Play
There is
a pond where the pollywogs play, where their predators swim in the deep.
Their
mothers attempt to dissuade them, but they find it too much of a treat.
So the
pollywogs swim to the chagrin of their mothers who say their goodbyes.
For not
a single one ever returns from that thrilling place where it dies.
Transgressing the Fence
A young
drifter came upon a fence in the midst of his traveling road.
He, without
thought, tore down the fence, as was his usually mode.
He
walked only a few short steps before he learned why the fence was there put.
And then
death came to claim him,
As the
ground began to cave in,
And he was
buried from head to foot.
Little Billy Blunder
Little
Billy Blunder knew more than wisdom and age could say.
He
needed not listen to the voices that petitioned when in the road he wished to
play.
He knew
better, so he said, than the rest of the dead who he joined as he ran in the way.
Roaring Ronny Rocket
Roaring
Ronny Rocket ignored the red light just as he had done before
His
plane flew just fine, just like any other time, so he paid little attention anymore.
But
Ronny Rocket soon grew a frown as the plane went down
And it
was death that made the last roar.
He that refuseth correction harms his own soul; but he that hearkens to reproof getteth understanding. (Prov 15:32)
He that refuseth correction harms his own soul; but he that hearkens to reproof getteth understanding. (Prov 15:32)
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