HisSe Fit

Hasty Impatient Speech
Always Always Has
A Sufficient Excuse
For Whenever
He Decides To Have
A Fully Involved Tantrum
Hence The Expression
He Is Having 

A "HisSe Fit!"

Really?

Really! I Kid You Not!

Okay. Convince Me!

Yesterday
I Stepped On His Toes ...

... Accidentally, I Am Sure?!

Accidentally!!

... And He Went Off On Me!

Hear Him:

Rock Stones! Breadfruit!
Cherry! Ripe Plum!
Oranges! Bananas!
What De Chewing Gum?!

Heyyyy!
Hold Up Big Man!
Watch Your Language!

Not My Language!
I Am Just Telling You What He Said To Me!!

Nevertheless...!

Anyway, I Said
"Sorry!
It Was An Accident!"

He Inhaled!
He Exhaled!
He Gritted His Teeth!
He Displayed A Plastic Smile
And
Offered Me His Release:

Man, I Am Real Sorry!
Ive Been Having A Hard Day!
I Left The House In A Rush This Morning
And
I Did Not Say My Prayers!

Wow!

Some Excuse ...!

Last Week
He Pushed Me In The Street
Saying That I Was In His Way
And
Then Proceeded To Lambaste Me
As If He Had No Care!

He Said:

Invalid!
Idiot!
Ignoramus!
Slowpoke!
Can't Walk Straight!
Go Catch A Bus!

Father In Heaven!

How Did You Respond!

I Cried Out
In Distress
And He Heard My Hurt Tone!
Nevertheless, He Went On
But Called Me Later
On My Private Number Telephone
And
He Laid "It" On
With A Shovel
As Though There Is Ever
Sufficient Excuse
To Treat A Human Being Badly
And Using
Get This
"Being Human"
As His Cure-For-All
Excuse!

He Went On To Say

That I Had Caught Him Offguard

And

That He Wasn't Feeling Himself

For

His Life Right Now Is Real Hard!

So, What Did You Say?!

I Said: "Thanks!"
Which, Translated Was 

"No, Thanks!!

You Are Not My Friend!"

He Does Things Like That
Always
And Expects All
Along With Him Rubbish Game
To Joyfully Play

Even Though We Know

That He For Our Feelings

Does Not Care

And

He Does Not God Fear!

A Soft Answer
Turns Away Wrath!
Honey Catches Flies!
Ignorant Excuses Don't Friends Make
And 

Our Father In Heaven

Doesn't Like White Lies!

I Know
And
I Am Sorry
But
I Wanted Him Off My Telephone!

I Am Sick And Tired
Of HisSe Fit
And
I Desire By Him
To Be Left Alone!

Father,

I Do Not Declare

Nor Do I Dare To Decree!

I Just Make My Simple Plea!

Please, I Beseech You

Keep Hasty Impatient Speech

Self-Serving's Sufficient Excuse

And

Fully Involved Tantrum

Away From Me

For They Make Me Want To Behave

In The Way Ungodly!

In Jesus Christ's Holy Name, I Plead!

Amen. 

Let's MOOB!

Sis. Anastasia N. Station, Lady Glorene S. Pious, Sis. Velcine Broad and Psalmist Professora A. Kaste are the very best of friends ... and with good reason.

These ladies are The In-crowd's biggest gossips in Give God Praise Assembly and Charity Inc., and their husbands are the Corporation's directors and shareholders, and its biggest donors!?

I don't know about you, but I have never heard of a church nor a charity having shareholders, and I don't know that The Household of God has an "in crowd!"

Anyway, that is what these moojins tell anybody who would listen to them, and their constant idiocy.

Let me tell you upfront that I personally do not gossip, thank The Almighty, and I have never been at, nor on, the receiving end of one of those notable ladies' hatchet jobs.

These ladies are no dilettantes in The Division of Gossipers!

These ladies are connoisseurs in The Art of Character Assassination, and take pride in doing The Job well and thoroughly.

Whenever a church member was hauled before a business meeting because of their generous and officially sanctioned Ministrations To Protect The Lord From The Wicked World's Ways, you can be sure that that person never sets foot back in that church by reason of The Shame.

All that was left to that person was to figuratively zip up the "body bag" and be gone!

I tell you that if there is anything worth knowing about anybody at anytime and anywhere no matter the weather, these sanctimonious pillars of feminine pulchritude - noted also for their en point hats and dulcet tones - always have the 411! They are good!

Did I tell their nicknames?

No!

Listen to this:

If you saw one of these witc...er...ladies, you saw them all!

One day, The Ladies entered The Sanctuary in single file, and Sis. Shay Dinks uttered in a beautifully clear and gorgeously enunciated stage whisper:

"Transmitting Today 

In full Devil Power 

The Pious Broad Kaste Station!"

Then came the Pertinent Cliche:

YOU could have heard a pin dropped!

And, thereafter ...

The Battle Lines were Drawn. <<<>>>

A Small Rudder turns a Big Ship

A Big Horse is turned by a Small Bit

Hell is firing in a Red Slip

Called The Red Rag - The Tongue!

God Himself hates The Gossiper

He encourages all to use a Stopper

Mind your own business - don't be a Hopper

From house to house - to Hell!

We are on The Mission dealing in Love and Mercy

We should not Gossip talking Dirt and Nonsense about Anybody

Let's Mind Our Own Business, and

Turn to God Faithfully for

He has The Cure for what Ails You and Me!