Fast forward to 2050
And George W. Bush was
dead
Waited patiently for
St. Peter
East of the Pearly Gates
Peter beckoned to the old
boy
“Come this way, my pal!”
You will know soon enough
Will it be Heaven or Hell!
St. Peter gave him a piece
of chalk
And George was told to mark
On each rung of the tall ladder
For each indiscretion of his past!
George was quickly up to
three
As he recalled his college dates
But on four he had to really
think
As that might decide his
fate
As he was thinking, he
heard a cough
The sound of which he knew
He looked up and saw Bill
Clinton
Must be in the wrong queue!
Typical of George, he asked Bill
“What is wrong with you?
Shouldn’t you be climbing
up?
That's where you are due!”
Bill smiled and then said
“No time for small talks.
My past was so colorful
I need some more chalks!”
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