Going to Hell in a Handcart

A most dissolute young lady named Miss Heart
Said, “we’re going to hell in a handcart!”.
But the road being bumpy
And the Devil’s custard lumpy,
I said, “me and this handcart must part!”

7 thoughts on “Going to Hell in a Handcart

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      You have made a wise decision, Liz. The Devil’s lumpy custard is a very strong incentive to get as far away from that handcart as possible. Thanks for commenting. Kevin

      Reply

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