Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Vote for Hell

A politician up and dies.
St Peter says he gets to pick
Hell which has his pals, colleague wise,
Or heaven where he must change quick.
So the pol heads on down to hell,
That throws a big party for him.
Demons of the devil do tell
That heaven for him would be grim.
But death in hell would be such fun.
"Gimme hell," the pol quickly said.
Then all the lies that hell had spun
Began to burn the pained pol dead.

"Not fair. Not fair." shrieked the pol slain.
The devil smiled, "Call it campaign."