HEAVEN UNKNOWN

When I get to heaven it won't ever be,
Foul deeds or fair. But if it's owned by
The local council, I'll probably find
it's closed for repairs.

In my life I've been no saint,
There waiting for the scaffolding.
The pearly gates they need a paint,
They don't want to pay the going rate

We need skilled workers to do the job.
So there waiting for a builder called Bob.
Then again here's the twist;
They won't let me in,
I'm not on the waiting list.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-01-25 at 12:18

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This made me smile as did D G Moody's comment! I'm not on the waiting list either, heaven is no place for me, won't see any of my friends.
2024-01-25


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah! You just need to slip a brown envelope to St Peter, after all that is how it used to be.
2024-01-25