3 menA Poem by P.N.Three Men Standing in front of the Pearly Gates, one morning stood three men. St Peter had to listen to their stories, to decide if they could come in.
The first one said, "I’m a working man, been working most all my life. I don’t drink, nor flirt with other women, I take my paycheck to my wife."
"We live on top of a high rise building, that takes most of what I’m earning. I got off work and came home early today, and found an ashtray with a cigar burning."
"My wife was all wide eyed and sweaty, and from the kitchen I heard a sneeze. The window was open to the fire escape, and below stood a man in his B.V.D’s."
"I was so mad I just couldn’t stand it, I started to climb down, but then instead, I shoved the icebox out the window, and hit the skivies clad man on the head."
"With all that rage that was in me, the heartache and hurting of my pride, the strain of lifting that heavy icebox, I had a massive heart attack and died."
St. Peter had been standing there listening, and he said,"It was a dirty sin. A man ought to be able to protect his home", so he told the first one to come one in.
The second man started his story, said he’d been sickly all his life. He’d had every pox that ever came along, every day has been misery and strife.
"My air conditioner quit, and I couldn’t breathe, so I crawled out the window." He said. "I was standing in my shorts, gasping for air, when someone dropped an icebox on my head."
St Peter figured that he’d suffered enough, and told the poor man to come in. Then he turned his attention to the third man, and waited for his story to begin.
He said,"I’ve never been married St Peter, never been sick nor caught a pox." What happened to me was a little bit different. I was hiding in that icebox." P.N.
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3 Reviews Added on June 10, 2011 Last Updated on June 10, 2011 AuthorP.N.Athens, TXAboutAn OLD X Green Beret of Nam ventage. Retired railroader. I weite poetry and short stories and i fish a lot. more..Writing
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