Author David McCord When I was christened they held me up and poured some water out of a cup. The trouble was it fell on me, and I and water don't agree. A lot of christeners stood and listened: I let them know that I was christened. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.5 (6 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments