Dressed in white at your service

Dressed in white at your service

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When he finally
went through
the Pearly white gates
there up the path
was the pub
and inside this pub
were topless angels
pouring beer.
Such ambience
of happiness
and contentment.
was felt by all
but not all was well
for he cried and cried
he had given up
the heavenly drink
just before he died.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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In heaven on the wagon? Not possible.

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Haha you mean it’s not true! Thanks for stopping by John.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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