Throne In Heaven
If melodies from heaven rain down on me
This would not be angel pee
If heaven is the place for our souls
No one there would be or need a bum hole
There is no need for bathrooms
Heaven is not hot is not cool
It’s the perfect climate for us all
For who would clean the toilet stall
Spirits come but they don’t go
But if they did let it flow
It would not be stinky stuff
But fragrant like flowers lilies love
And if the thrown was set just so
You know where the poo would go
A magic chute to send it down
Where sinners seeds would surely frown.
The thrown in heaven is not the john
But holy a seat the lord sits on.
THE THROWN IN HEAVEN CONTEST
10/12/2021
SPONSOR JACK WEBSTER
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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