Three Monks Sitting Around

Three monks sitting around

in their robes and pajamas to chat.

The day has been long, the night

will be short, and they’re not sure

they want more of that. God

was a motive, they said, for

their jobs, but by now they would

trade with a bat and a ball,

or a bat in a cave, or a rattlesnake,

goose or a mouse. They wouldn’t mind

being a mouse. They wouldn’t mind

being a mouse by half. Being a mouse

made them laugh. Next thing they

knew they were on their knees.

Next thing they knew, they

were sniffing for cheese.






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