
When I Go To Hell
When I go to hell, I'll hope it's wintery cold
It's usually hot there, so I've been told
When hell freezes over, I'll try to arrive
For I prefer freezing to burning alive
I hope that old devil Satan will accommodate me
With tenderized steaks and flasks of Chablis
Desert of ice-cream, butter pecan
A very firm mattress to sleep and dream on
If this can't be arranged, I'll refuse to stay
No sense in staying if I can't live my way
Back to earth I'll come for forever and then
My hellish days on Earth will start over again
by Stan Cooper...12/4/09 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper

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Written on 2009-12-10 at 21:31




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