The Devil had gone down the stack <br />of the big ironworks in town <br />and in his haste he hurt his back <br />and counted souls when he touched down. <br /> <br />A normal chimney would not do <br />as only few live in a house <br />he'd usually get all the crew <br />and, often, even one small mouse. <br /> <br />The factory was well-equipped <br />with timber and the usual stuff <br />but many bodies had been shipped <br />before he got there, it was tough. <br /> <br />So, quite depressed and out of luck <br />he climbed into a shiny box <br />soon ran entirely amuck <br />took off his coat and then his socks. <br /> <br />As up in Hell the great big fire <br />had died while storms from Heaven blew <br />he'd changed into a mad vampire <br />some day he may just come for you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-souls/
