I changed my mind about a book
it's way too much in work.
And who'd appreciate the look
that others give a jerk.
I've mentioned in my testament
that all my writings ought
to go with me, so what I penned
would never count for nought.
I hope my relatives fulfill
this fervent wish for me.
But just in case, I think I still
will pack my own CD.
St. Peter, so they say, adores
my brand of poetry.
He's faced with murderers and whores,
such human misery.
Here is my plan to get inside
right through the Pearly Portal,
My argument: A poet's hide
would have to be immortal..
Good thought, Herbert. :) We poets could only hope we could enter the 'pearly gates' by the merits of our poetry. Your third stanza needs a 'will' trimmed off. If you had both of those just for the meter, then find another word. You still make me smile. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jolly number for me to go to bed on. Love the finish above all. Cheers, Herbsy!