Here's a poem that I wrote today that I hope you will be blessed from reading. I wrote it for the mothers and wives who visit my website, to those ladies who are loyal to your husbands and children...
Thank God for mothers in the home,
who have inspired me to write this poem.
May God bless her day-by-day,
as she looketh well to her family's way.
Thank God for mothers who faithful stay,
guiding her family in every way.
Blessed are mothers who will never have fame,
but her children will not bring her to shame.
Early and often doth she arise,
because in the Lord she is wise.
Never a provision doth her family lack,
because with her hands she is not slack.
Her husband doth safely trust in his wife,
for he knows she will not cause him strife.
Away from her duties she will never roam,
for she doth know that her place is in the home.
David J. Stewart, Jesus-is-saviour 92 Comments
[5/15/2012 3:25:57 AM]
Fundie Index: 53
Submitted By: JohnTheAtheist
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Help! I'm drowning in simple syrup!
5/15/2012 6:42:16 AM
Fundies Make Me Sick
The first three stanzas are perfectly fine. It's the last two lines of the last stanza that are the problem.
Yes, a woman's place may be in the home IF she wants to be a full-time mother, which is okay. But if a woman wants or needs to work outside the home to provide for her family, then that's okay too. A mother does whatever's necessary to take care of her kids and that includes being away from home at a job, if needed.
David J. Stewart, you were almost there, but it seems like you're still stuck in the 19th century in your thinking about women. Take a leap about one-and-a-half to two centuries forward. I don't think it'll be hard for you since you're so close already.
5/15/2012 6:48:03 AM
Shakespeare you ain't.
5/15/2012 6:48:04 AM
Filin De Blanc
This guy's issues with women could fill an entire psychology textbook.
5/15/2012 6:51:25 AM
A fairly inoffensive, if uninspired, poem.... until the last paragraph.
5/15/2012 7:02:12 AM
Mr. Macadamia, you have won the palm with your reply, and since I happen to be in Florida, just let me know where to send it.
5/15/2012 7:04:07 AM
Thank Cthulhu for fundies in the (mental) Home,
who have inspired me to write this poem.
May Cthulhu taunt them day-by-day,
as they scream in insanity for ancient ways.
Thank Yig for fundies who in there stay,
separate from smart society in every way.
Blessed are fundies who will never have fame,
for their stupidity would bring them shame.
Early and often they doth arise,
hating and fearing gay gals and guys.
Never an excuse doth they lack,
for cognitive dissonance drives them back.
They trust completely in their "god",
while the Old Ones laugh at this cult so odd.
Away from their cult they will never roam,
for they know that their place is in the Home.
5/15/2012 8:06:44 AM
5/15/2012 8:12:05 AM
Raised by Horses
neither the wan crowd
nor the horse you rode in on
are much impressed here
5/15/2012 8:15:55 AM
There once was a fundie named David,
Whose mind was surely depraved.
He shackled his dame,
Until home he came,
So that in his kitchen she slaved.
5/15/2012 8:28:12 AM
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That will make all the fundies go away
They hate intellect
And they do not respect
The rights of people who do not pray
The best poem ever made
Could not stay our mental blade
5/15/2012 8:29:33 AM
I'm a fucking writer who fucking hates poetry.
Now I fucking hate it even more.
5/15/2012 9:00:21 AM
Misogynistic idiot, just like the men who wrote and edited your Bible.
5/15/2012 9:08:37 AM
And in my mouth, I did vomit
because your poem came at me
like a retarded comet
5/15/2012 9:34:50 AM
Davies worst nightmare --
Housewife by day
Hooters waitress by night
I think his head would explode
 damn y'all in your peer pressure. Now I have to make it a poem. I'll haiku it
A housewife by Day
Hooters seductress by night
Davie's head would 'splode
5/15/2012 10:08:16 AM
The fundies talk shit.
The most pressing question is:
Stupid or douchebag?
There, I just wrote a haiku.
5/15/2012 10:10:00 AM
Bitch make me a sandwich,
for the bible tells me so.
5/15/2012 10:20:55 AM
Moms are good, moms are great
They're in charge of filling my plate.
A mother knows just what to do
Like pat me on the head and tie my shoe
A gift for mom, a laundry pile.
My conservative attitude is so infantile
A mother knows, to a father she'll submit.
Like that Time magazine cover, he'll suckle her tit.
You're the best, I'm your little guy
Now get in that kitchen and bake me a pie.
Thanks o mom, for being our maid.
You got knocked up, so don't expect to get paid.
5/15/2012 11:06:25 AM
Live alone David?
5/15/2012 11:09:34 AM
Trite verse with an unimaginitive rhythm. I would expect no better from DJS.
5/15/2012 11:12:10 AM
Adding "doth" doesn't make you smart.
5/15/2012 11:14:38 AM
My husband trusts me to bring in my share of money, so that we can have a comfortable life together.
He also trusts me to have an opinion of my own and to make decisions together with him.
In short; he wants a partner, not a servant.
God hasn't provided us with any children, that's the "provision" that we doth lack...
5/15/2012 11:18:54 AM
Christianity, keeping women in the kitchen for 2000 years.
5/15/2012 11:20:04 AM
You have to check out the whole site. Beyond words.
5/15/2012 11:21:28 AM
She cooks by day and prays by night;
when hubby wants to fuck, there's never a fight;
But one day from a self-bound noose she will sway,
when she finds out her son is gay.
5/15/2012 11:55:44 AM
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