How the Devil Got Pointed Ears
A poem I wrote recited by a very close freind of mine. Enjoy.
How the Devil Got Pointed Ears
By Fred L. Taulbee Jr.
The Devil wore
A
pompadour
You
couldn’t really tell
It
slooped and drooped
And
fell in his face
In
the sweaty pits of Hell
So,
wigs he bought
And
the first he thought
Reached
high into the room
He
got the feeling
It
touched the ceiling
And
swept it like a broom
The
second wig which
The
evil one wore
Trailed
way far behind him
When
he took a left turn
It
started to burn
And
the flames almost did blind him
So
he bought instead
A
hat for his head
To
hide the hair he had
But
the next day in Hades
All
of the ladies
Were
wearing the hat he had
Then
his mother called
Said,
“You’d look good bald!”
And
came over with a set of shears
She
snipped and nipped
And
cut too much
And
that’s how he got pointed ears.
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