Church on Sundays

by Connie   Jul 27, 2006


Our family took up most of a pew
My parents, five kids, and Grandma
It wasn't like we could go un-noticed
Because there was so many of us!

Every Sunday Grandma would hand
Each of us a paper and pencil...
Without fail one or all of us would drop it
All the way down to the front of the church it rolled.

Besides the pencils dropping on the floor
For five of us kids, we were quite well behaved.
Always dressed in cute little outfits
I have to say, what a beautiful family we made!

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  • 17 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Hee hee, cute! you don't need an apostrophe on "Sundays," though

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