Poem 7-It's a twofer! Two for Tuesday. Which means we get a choice, which I kinda like. The prompt is to either write a dirty poem or a clean poem. (Or one of each if we feel so inclined.) Here's mine.
Easter Sunday
Fingers are stained
Different shades
What started out
As pretty
Is now an awful brown
Women wear white gloves
Men utilize the pockets
Of their Sunday best
Pray
Confess
Cleanse your soul
Wash away your sins
But your fingers
Will still be stained
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