Dinner Date

He’s coming to dinner tonight The dining table is quite a sight Holly and Heather line the table Each place set with a gold trimmed label A red table cloth covering the wood A reaper waiting at each door stood Dressed in white, risen from my chair As he enters with a ghoulish stare I sit down with a pensive glance When will it be when I take my chance? Could I make him leave his wine? Until the third part of this comedy divine Infernos grasp tightens ever quicker He starts to talk as the candles flicker Shifting to the offering of a deal Tempts to make it with a seal A kiss to insure the blackness beckons Paradise will never come, that he reckons I smile as he stammers, in enters Michael He could have waited until we got to the trifle