Does Heaven have
More betting shops
Than boozers
Or cigarette machines ?
Maybe the odd brothel
Or is that quite obscene ?
Its just I am easily bored
When faced with eternity
And nothing much to do
Except walk an endless meadow
Smelling flowers
Under a sky of blue.
Maybe I am sent
Downstairs
To the sulphar pits
Fire and brimstone
On my breath
At least theres flame
To light
My cigarettes.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Category: Humor
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Damaso
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Comments2
Awesome sense of humour 🕊️🙏🏻
glad you liked it, we all need to laugh at times, thanks
Although humorous as in most humor there is a bit of truth. I certainly don't want to play a harp for eternity and would rather push the limits a bit by pulling on God's robe for a laugh. A fave
most kind, thanking you
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