Was God the Black Sheep?

Yesterday at Church after entertaining the couple of pews directly behind us with a beautiful rendition of “Have you seen the Muffin Man?” and receiving the ovation he so thoroughly deserved, Clyde decided he was in Church so he must pray. Now, the only prayer he knows (or doesn’t know which seems to be the case here) is grace that they say at day care before lunch, which goes…

Thank you for the world so sweet
Thank you for the food we eat
Thank you for the birds that sing
Thank you Lord for everything
Amen.

So Clyde clapped his hands together in prayer and started…

“Thank you for the world so sweet
Thank you for the Master
Thank you for the Dame
And thank you for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Amen.”

Let me ask this… what about the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker? Don’t they deserve some thanks. At least they can hold down jobs. As for the others, the Master is the Dame’s pimp who’s out prostituting herself so they can buy some crack from the kid who lives in the cardboard box down the lane!