Saturday came but where did it go?

A time lapse perhaps,
the stuff of science fiction?

Sunday’s waiting out there
with me in the crosshairs,

jemand rettet mich vor der
Sonntagspredigt,
written like that because
I googled German.

They’re lighting bonfires up
in the Shires,
they’re all on the witch hunt
tonight.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.