By Josie Whitehead 

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Little Devils' Convention (The)

It’s time to start the meeting now. 

    Let’s put our minds to work.
What nasty things can you suggest

      To make them go berserk?

If we work together as a team,

    They'll surely not get peace.
Work hard today, enjoy yourselves

      And do not heed police!

Don’t give them time to think of God.  

      You occupy their time,
And, with a bit of prompting,

      They will carry out your crime.

Then later on, when they’re in court

     And us they try to blame,
The magistrates will laugh at them

     And we won’t bear the shame.

Then tempt them all to borrow

     And to spend and spend and spend.
They won’t have time to be with God

      Or see a lonely friend.

So keep them well distracted.

     Let their radios blare loud.
It’s hard to hear the voice of God

     Through noise or in a crowd.

They mustn’t find the solitude

     To quietly think and pray.
They’ll find the non-essential things

     Will busy them each day.

Then when they think of Christmas,

     Let them write it with an X
For remembering CHRIST in Christmas

     Is rather too complex.

If you don’t want little devils

    To play nasty games with you,
There are many things that you can do

     And here are just a few.

First, put yourself in God’s care

    And then let Him lead the way.

Seek some quietness and beauty

    Where it’s easier to pray. 

If you turn to retail therapy

    Or things that jam your mind,
You might miss an inner happiness

     Of quite another kind.

Do your dreams depend on gambling?

      Are you hooked on games of chance?
Well then rid yourself of these things

      And with angels you will dance.

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Note:  This is a published poem, along with almost 400 others and chosen by teachers and children in schools in West Yorkshire.  I hope that your class will find lots of things to discuss after reading my poem.   Josie