A Poem for Insurance Girls
Last night as I lay sleeping
I died or so it seemed, Then I went to heaven
But only in my dream.
Up there St. Peter met me Standing at the pearly gates,
He said,"I must check your record
Please stand here and wait".
I see you rallied for every losing cause."
"I see that you drank alcohol, smoked and partied too.
Fact is, you've done everything A good person should never do."
"We can't have people like you up here,
Your life was full of sin," Then he read the last of my record,
Took my hand and said "Come in."
He led me to the big boss and said: "Take her in and treat her well,
She once worked in Insurance She's done her time in hell".
Unfortunately true, Insurance is part of most that I do.
Now onto Tuesday!