No Apocalypse Please, We're British
“Excuse me,” I said to a clamorous succubus,
Keep down the slurping, I’m trying to sleep,
and if you MUST all come and slay every one of us,
make an appointment and come back next week.
I’ve the dentist on Saturday, would you believe,
and my son’s got jiujitsu on Sunday I’m sure;
if the hellmouth should open on Monday, I’ll seethe
as I’m booked for a lip-wax at quarter to four.
I guess we could pencil a quick Armageddon
on Tuesday, but frankly it’s not really on,
I’ve got a dress-fitting for Barbara’s wedding -
if Darkness falls, how will my hem get re-done?
So dampen your hellfire and still your forked tongues,
I’ve no time for Doomsday! There’s too much to do!
But when you DO come with your cloven-hoofed chums…
DO remember to bring Mr Manners with you.
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2019