Aging Raging Grannies

AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN,
SAINT PETER’S SAYING HIS PRAYERS.
AGING RAGING GRANNIES
ARE PRESSING UP THOSE STAIRS.
WILL THEY SETTLE PEACEFULLY
PRACTISING THEIR HARPS,
GRANNIES WHO WOULD MURDER
ANY SONG WITH FLATS AND SHARPS.
WILL THEY FIND ETERNITY
IS TOO MUCH ENDLESS BLISS,
WITH NOT ONE POLITICIAN
TO BOO AT OR TO HISS?

THE OTHER DESTINATION
SOUNDS A BIT TOO HOT.
WE MAY HAVE CAUSED SOME TROUBLE
BUT WE HAVEN’T SINNED A LOT.
AS FOR COMING BACK SOME DAY
TO REINCARNATE –
LIVING AS A COCKROACH ISN’T
AN APPEALING FATE.
BURN US UP OR BURY US
ONE THING WE KNOW FOR SURE –
RAGING GRANNY BONES WILL
MAKE A FINE MANURE.

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