The other day I was thinking, which I tend to do, and suddenly I thought, I wonder if Charon gets pissed off with all the wierdos he has to ship over to hell? So I wrote a little play/poem thingy about Charon which made me laugh and made my dad scared.
Charon and the Priest.
P: Is this the boat to Heaven?
C: Heaven? No such place mate
P: Good, good.
C: It’s just a place that slacker Adam made up so that Mankind wouldn’t mind dying.
P: One more for the Pearly Gates here.
C: Pearly Gates? Oh, you mean the retirement home.
P: Yes, I'm going straight to the top.
C: Apollo’s gone south already.
P: Our Lord’s going to reward me, I tell you.
C: Terrible state he’s in.
P: I tell you, the things I’ve done in His name…
C: Drooling everywhere…
P: A week in a Tibetan monastery to ‘find the other side’
C: really
P: All that happened is I died.
C: tragedy
P: Bloody Abbot.
C: Eh?
P: Bet it was him put those mushrooms in my soup.
C: Pffffff…
P: Gosh, are we here already?
C: How time flies.
P: Better get going.
C: yeah
P: Don’t want to be late!
C: Oh Christ
P: Yoohoo? Peter? Anyone home…
C: Bloody weirdos…
I can just see the look of bemusement...
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