Cowboy poetry: Sometimes what may be heaven for one may not be heaven for another. |
Just Desserts Now Roy was a man you could easily scorn For he never amounted to much He cussed at the kids and kicked little dogs An’ when he dated he always went Dutch And he did other things that I cannot relate Too ornery for young eyes to see But just rest assured if you saw it in print It wouldn’t be rated PG Old Roy seldom bathed, but often he belched And his circle of friends was quite small He loved to be rude and talked loud and long And no one could match him for gall To many's chagrin he lived lots of years But eventually there came the date When ‘Ol rude Roy, the friend of so few Finally met his fate ‘Twas something he ate, they all later said But no one could tell for sure But it turned him all gray and laid him out flat When no one could find a cure So his spirit soared up, as all spirits do To that gate way up high in the air Saint Peter was there with notebook in hand And he tallied Roy’s name with great care He looked at ‘Ol Roy with a smile and a nod Why, it’s heaven for you, he said Roy staggered in shock and belched just a bit He was going to like being dead Now it’s sunny in there, said Pete with a smirk As he pointed to door number nine. So just keep your shorts, that’s all that you’ll need The weather there’s really quite fine With a whoop and a leap Roy tore off his clothes And dashed to the door of his fate He pulled it right open and sauntered on in For he knew it was going to be great The weather was great, that part had been right He saw with his very first glance But that wasn’t quite all as he took it all in He wished that he’d kept his pants. For he was not quite alone as he quickly found out Behind that door number nine There was company a plenty, some millions in fact He could tell by the sound of their whine We’re all God’s creatures he remembered with woe And he knew there was nothing to do As he settled on back to eternal Reward ‘Cause skeeters got heaven too! |