Dined with the devil yesterday.
A charming chap I have to say.
He was quite debonair and gay
and conversed in a cultured way.
He did his best to tempt me to
do the things one shouldn’t do.
But as he offered nothing new
to my own standards I held true.
I do not claim I’m innocent
I have done things which I repent.
A truth which is self evident
and not a cause for discontent.
He smiled at me disarmingly
and whispered to me charmingly.
He was content to wait and see
Sure I would fall eventually.
That he could wait there was no rush.
I had to jump he could not push
He wished me well, went on his way
but stuck me with the bill to pay.
12-Jun-08
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Appearences deceptive and for one receptive the devil of a game to play. But for one awake the only thing to take a entertaining bill to pay. But be careful with the wine next time he just might be more cunning and sublime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things as well as friends appear to us in candid manner, yet only to find that in the end we are made to be fooled! Be keen in dealing with people even with the closest one.A 10.