Thursday, January 15, 2009

A Cold Day in Hell

My friends, it’s a cold day in Hell
A fact you all know very well.

Fifteen below, would seem the time
To tip my hair, bow out, resign.

A gift for those whose hearts are cold
Begrudge me earn a little gold.

But I have warmth yet in my heart
A fiery belly, temper tart.

To know that I can make them squirm
Hell, why not seek another term?

Yes, I know just what I will do
I’ll send a friendly, warm BLEEP you.

I’m sure to set their hearts to pound
And heat them up by sticking round.

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