The devil and I sat down for tea
On a Sunday one day in June
We both had earl grey
with plenty of honey
Stirred by a silver spoon
Said old Nick to me with twinkled eyes
Would you like one scone or how about two?
I was tempted by his generous offer
But was good enough to politely refuse
We sat and drank and he ate the scones
With cream and lashings of jam
Then Lou got out his fiddle and stick
And played like a 12 piece band
I tapped my foot to keep in time
But he constantly changed the tempo
Faster and faster beezlebub went
And then suddenly he slowed to a crescendo
And it seemed to me he was a very clever gent
Even though he had the feet of a goat
But whatever it was he was trying to do
He never could touch my soul
Then seeing that I could not be charmed
The horned one bid me good day
And off he trotted to find someone else
Over the hill and far away
I can't say that I will see him again
But I'll never forget the day
When old Nick came for afternoon tea
To steal my soul away
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Your soul will never be stolen SC.
Andy
That's god damned right!
I don't agree with all that Shakespeare said, but one true saying of his is: 'If you sup with the devil you need a long spoon - or a barge pole'. I added that last bit!
It's a masterpiece addendum
I can see the scene so clearly from your lines. Excellent piece.
Thanks Rozina
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