Go on, drive to hell and back,
Knowing you, the fires are all out,
Lucifer has claimed you for his son.
Mindful of your heritage,
He’s standing by to hear you spout,
In Hades refuge you will be reborn.
Pick your poison for the ride,
He’ll welcome you with father’s pride,
No rending of his raiment, garments torn.
Stick to highway bound for hell,
Prepare excuses you may tell,
Satan’s heard them all, so be well-warned.
Take your love to he who touts
Same tales of woe you’re fond to shout,
In brimstone’s home where weird ways are the norm.
Some entertainment for his cause,
For even underground has laws,
Not many, but there is a token form.
Pay your fee, a penny fare,
No halves, returns, you’re stranded there,
Guest of hottest host for long sojourn.
Filled with valentines like you,
All lovers scorned have saved a few
Places all selected for reform.
With twist of tail, the tales you told,
All of them have grown old,
Go on, ride to hell, this day is shorn
From all the calendars you’ll view,
There’s only one eternal true,
And you, my dear, will curse that day.
Now, Suzie’s not big on Valentine’s Day. Neither am I, as it happens. But I know some people do get their knickers in a fankle if they don’t get a card or a pressie or whatever folk do on 14th February every year. I’ll be doing whatever I’ll be doing depending on what day it is. But hubs better, at least, wish me happy thingy day. And, if I remember, I’ll wish him it too. 🙂
Might even sing him this little ditty beforehand as a handy reminder. 😉