A Well-Clad Lad and Two Lasses with Glasses Before the Gates of Hell
A well-clad lad and two pretty lasses
with golden bracelets and fancy glasses
stood before the gates of Hell.
“You can leave them outside,
you’ll take them when you leave,”
said the Demon-in-Chief.
Then he added, grinning:
“Better take them in, I’m kidding.”
“Is it because I was rich,”
asked one of the lasses.
“No, because you were a bitch.”
“And what about her,”
inquired the lad about the other,
“she was so well-bred and pure,
just like her mother!”
“There must be something about’er, too,
but I’m not having her file with me now,”
the Demon responded, using a lie —
the truth was not easy,
and demons are shy.
“And what about me?”
“If you still don’t know,
better don’t start to bother.
The designation process has no flaw;
I have an executive order.”