Wogan was asked by the Pastor
If he believed or not
He had to answer in the negative
Though his collar got a little hot
Due to a a certain discomfort
On being asked such a direct thing
It made him stop and think about
The lucky life he'd been living
To what did he attribute
This wonderful life so great?
He paused for a moment then replied
That it was purely down to fate
The Pastor persisted with his questioning
And asked what would Wogan say
To St Peter at the Gates
On the judgement day
Wogan cast his eyes heavenward
And jutted out his chin,
And in an apologetic voice whispered
'Can I still come in? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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