I've spent some time with my new man So I've been away for a while What do I see when I come back A pile of poetry that's oh so bad The stink reaches right to heaven
Saint Peter there at Pearly Gates Is forced to wear a gas mask The smell so bad what can he do His eyes are dripping water 'I'll go and see God' says he
Now God was not unaware The smell had reached the throne room 'Lock the gates, don't let them in We'll send them down to Satan He can have the bloody lot, good riddance to them
Now Satan being a crafty lad Didn't want the place so smelly Sent Beelzebub amongst the lot To pose as another poet And set them all a new challenge
'This time we'll write' said he with a smirk 'A poem so good and holy About angels and things all heavenly And a prize for the best one written'
One by one they wrote their poems And the smell slowly dissipated Safe was hell from that awful smell And the Devil went celebrating
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
What can I say (with tongue in cheek) it certainly kept me laughing.
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