Coming Through! Poem by Professor Poetry Hound
Coming Through!
You know how some people say the
streets of heaven are paved with gold?
Don’t you think that’s a little clichéd?
I think they may have lifted that from
descriptions of El Dorado. Anyway,
what good will gold do us in heaven?
It’s not like we can spend it anywhere.
Also, I was thinking that since gold is
a pretty soft metal (and not very
practical for street paving) , what
mineral do you suppose God mixes it
with so that it will stand up to all the
heavenly foot traffic? Or car traffic?
Wow! That reminds me, if we can
choose what car we get to drive in
heaven, I wonder if I might be able to
reserve a Lamborghini Countach.
Imagine that! Coming through! Outa
my way! Ha ha ha. No need for airbags
up here.
I can't help it and I like it... when I read a piece of yours (the one relating to the cat in the hat and EAP was an exception and perfectly executed but not your usual style) , it feels as though we're sitting across a table having a conversation and these are your thoughts. Engaging your reader.... second to none, Prof. And of course I like this, and coming through, indeed. Hug across the table with more than an element of respect in there. t x
That is, IF you get to heaven, Professor! :) But the car thing sounds great...more practical than streets of gold, except it makes the wings obsolete. Raynette
wouldn`t be nice to have the car of your dreams when yuo`re up in heaven, because We can`t afford them down on earth...
So God's not such a meanie giving you a Lamborghini Heaven's angel's cars are whoppers While the Hell's Angels get choppers! Danny (Consciously avoiding Haiku style?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I can see you running over folks left and right, yelling 'it's OKAY! You're already dead! '. Sickie. -chuck