satan was sad
satan was mad
satan was hot
satan was cold
that an angel came
to hell by mistake
was it his fault the angel
was so curious like a cat
trying this and trying that
was he to know it would put it, s
nose within the trap
that was meant for man above
oh bother the little angel didnt suffer
it was quick and fast and
over in a flash
and now the father will make
me suffer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem