Hell's Lullaby. A Poem

Hell’s Lullaby

A Poem By Marilyn A. Hudson, 2015

I have fallen far they do tell me

Hell’s doom they have forecast.

Well, let them chatter over their tea

There may be no future, but my, what a past!

On Saturday night I’m their pet.

“None is better” and none more true!

But on Sunday morning – we’ve never met -

As they take a place on a pew!

I’ve fallen far they do tell me.

One of Hell’s unfortunate doves.

Settled and married I should be;

A husband and child my sole loves.

Well, ladies, lift your glasses high!

Stand tall in face of all who sneer.

Ladies, we know the truth;

They all wish they were here!

So whirl me around the floor lad;

Pour more wine in my fancy fine shoe.

You’ll leave here not thinking me bad.

Hell’s hot but there’s still room for you!