St. Peter met me at Heaven's huge gate He asked, Who are you? Why have you come? Then he added, Why should I let such as YOU enter in? There is real-ly SUCH a long line! I proudly told him of all my good deeds, How my heart was so pure and so true. I went on to regale him my other good traits, And when finished, sat down for a break. He stood there just staring, a frown on his face, Then he loudly yelled, Ac-Cess Denied! Access denied? Stunned, I started to cry, (For Heaven's alternative's wry). I poured out my story of woe to him then, Saying, I'm just a poor poet, St. Peter, sir. I did my VERY best all of my life, Hurt NO one, did I...maybe once (I lied). All of a sudden, the gates opened wide, There was St. Peter...he was standing aside! God LOVES the Poet he said with a grin, So, Madam Poet, please! Won't you come in?
Reason for writing:
Just being silly, I guess.
Birth sign: Not entered
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