The Pearly Gates

At the pearly gates, I was categorised, with all of the others waiting to enter inside. The questions were many and searching, too, but if honestly answered, rewards were for you. Have you ever been unfaithful, to your spouse, was one that was easy, because I'm no louse. The number of times that you said that you cheated, was the decider as to whatever transport you rated. If never you'd strayed, a Rolls Royce it was yours, If once or twice, a Ford Escort for tours. Multiple times and it got a lot worse, depending on how many, you could end up with a horse. I collected my Rolls and I drove it away, waving to others and feeling OK. But then I espied a man who was crying, so I stopped and I asked him, what it was that was ailing. Between sobs he explained that his dear wife and he, were both dead from drowning in the North Sea. And while he was driving his Rolls, he was floored, When he overtook his wife who was on a skateboard.