Yellow Wind
A close friend died 3 days ago,
But now he's here, alive.
What is this trick by which you're here?
Tell quickly with no jive.
It's true my heart did stop its beat,
And I was dead as sin.
I went up to the pearly gates.
But they'd not let me in.
Then I arrived with two more souls,
In satan's brimstoned hell.
He made a deal to each of us,
And made our lost hope swell.
Just name one thing that I can't do,
I'll send you back to Earth.
And you will have another chance
To prove what you are worth.
The first man asked for all the cash
That's in our vastest land,
Then satan's finger struck a fire,
And put it in his hand.
The second said he wanted there,
The women of the world,
And when the devil struck a fire,
He had them in a whirl.
Then turn he did and looked at me,
Name that which I can't do.
I thought a bit for I had seen,
Two men in hell he threw.
I strained real hard, my face turned red,
I was a worried fellow,
Then I passed wind and said to him,
Catch that and paint it yellow.
rivaldo, do not use my question to post filth about someone else. I will violate you myself.
Oh, Sarah, don't tell my bill collectors that a poem is not an actual thing. They pay my bills.
Been working a lot, Jenny, and building my web page, and rebuilding it, trashing it and starting over. now it's back like it was until I change it again.
A close friend died 3 days ago,
But now he's here, alive.
What is this trick by which you're here?
Tell quickly with no jive.
It's true my heart did stop its beat,
And I was dead as sin.
I went up to the pearly gates.
But they'd not let me in.
Then I arrived with two more souls,
In satan's brimstoned hell.
He made a deal to each of us,
And made our lost hope swell.
Just name one thing that I can't do,
I'll send you back to Earth.
And you will have another chance
To prove what you are worth.
The first man asked for all the cash
That's in our vastest land,
Then satan's finger struck a fire,
And put it in his hand.
The second said he wanted there,
The women of the world,
And when the devil struck a fire,
He had them in a whirl.
Then turn he did and looked at me,
Name that which I can't do.
I thought a bit for I had seen,
Two men in hell he threw.
I strained real hard, my face turned red,
I was a worried fellow,
Then I passed wind and said to him,
Catch that and paint it yellow.
rivaldo, do not use my question to post filth about someone else. I will violate you myself.
Oh, Sarah, don't tell my bill collectors that a poem is not an actual thing. They pay my bills.
Been working a lot, Jenny, and building my web page, and rebuilding it, trashing it and starting over. now it's back like it was until I change it again.