Shine

Sitting on the wooden bench,
Sighing heavily
I can't understand a word he says
So what's the point in listening?

I'm really, really bored
So I fiddle with my hands
I swing my legs back and forth
I make up a little dance.

I look straight ahead
But I cannot see
In my way is a head
Bald and shiny.

Suddenly I get an idea
While I'm sitting here on this perch
I can see how many
Bald people are in church!

One, two, three, four...
Oh! There's one by the door!
Six, seven, eight, nine...
Wow, his really does shine!

So if any of you get bored in
Sunday school
You should really try this game...
It really is cool!

This poem is not meant to offend any mumbling preachers or bald people.