Hearkening back to those Watchtower musings – which, to the
uninitiated, were a rather dubious collection of slightly spirited essays that
festered and fidgeted their way from consciousness to paper on the coattails of
some rather impromptu door-to-door solicitation intrusions – Davey hereby posts
Stuffing the woodstove one chilly day,
and guess who dove (drove!) into this silly fray?
Heating the home
from the day before
when a well-dressed gnome
gave a knock at the door.
We have to confess, oh yes, gawd blessed, although we raised our voices;
nothing else will protect all the rest
from making such bad choices.