with a bead of sweat on his furrowing brow,
entered the big, white church
with a tiny bow.
The sun through the coconut trees
burnt the grass till it died,
but the centipede knew
that the shade would be good inside.
"I've crawled on the long, red road
till my feet are sore,
just to reach this beautiful church
with its open door.
When they sing
I will lift my voice and do my part,
for I've heard that a church
is the place for a broken heart.”
He hunched his back
and crawled up the cool, white aisle,
where a sudden and terrible blow
crushed his innocent smile.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
went the terrible shoe as it struck with fear.
No one with more than two legs
is welcome in here.