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
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