Knocking Bad, Rude Elmer 😉

“KNOCKING BAD, RUDE ELMER”
Elmer feels very old; he is alone, lying on his bed. He is close to death; Death is knocking; he is almost dead. Elmer cheated and was rude, and his shame he hid, He was probably unkind to animals and nearly every kid.
How can anyone forgive Elmer? He’s a rotten brat. Let him lie alone in bed. I tell you, I have never sat, Next to such a one as he, for he is so evil, His eyes are brown, and he cries a lot because he is so sad.
“Well, cry, cry, Elmer; I hope you cry yourself out.”And, as he cries there, I realise that obviously, I am the lout, I am Elmer; you are Elmer; connections are secure. A little time, a flip of circumstance, and I am Elmer before long.
Now, I am sitting, hopefully holding Elmer’s trembling hand, Perhaps you’re right, he deserves it not, but please understand, How much did God forgive you today? To err is human; forgive divine, I am not much; I am even less than that; perhaps it will help if I whine.
I was just kidding! God never forgave me today, And God never forgave Elmer, for this much we can say: “God takes no offence, that’s why judgment belongs to me, I’ll give it back to God; then, God eats it and grows a tree.
As I sit next to Elmer’s death bed, I am holding his limb; There’s a tree where Elmer was; my eyes are growing dim, And dim eyes are not so acute, seeing hardly any faults at all. I pray to see no flaws; Elmer has become so tall.

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