Hello Nick, you're back I see
What are you doing here?
Didn't think that you were due
'Til this time next year
Hello my son, the time has come
To pay the price you owe
I gave you an extension
But now it's time to go
Oh really Nick? It's just a trick
For you to get your way
I'm telling you, o horned one
No thanks, I think I'll stay
Lucifer, I think you know
That I live in the light
I'll get by, but you can try
To turn me to the night
But you said you'd come with me
When your time was done
A fall from grace, no hiding place
Let's face your setting sun
Hold your horses, Nick old boy
I've got news, you see
I recently found poetry
And that's enough for me
So go ahead Beelzebub
Tempt me with your deal
Your sirens sing but my wings
Are like a shield of steel
Ok said Nick, you win this time
I'm off, but I'll be back
I won't dwell, but you're unwell
Next year you will crack
Well all this was an age ago
And I'd won our little bet
Maybe he found poetry
'Cos I haven't seen him yet...
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Love this... U was a bit disconcerted when I read the first couple of lines, nick being my name. Lol. But I love the throwaway repeat of the 'finding poetry' line at the end. Genius!
@leelee101 lol oh that's just my hair it smoothed them down 😉 mwahahaha he heheand you always please me 😉
@aleishagayle20 @Weirdwolf I tell you both, I've had a good day today and I'm gonna go to bed (eventually) a happy fella (sighs) 😊😊😊
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