I was leaving over some sort of catwalk in Hell
and I looked down and saw Satan
stirring a gorgeous angel in a HUGE golden chalice.
That cauldron could hold a stock broker's wedding party!
Then I realized it was YOU!
You looked like a puppy getting a warm bath
and not really minding it.
I asked Satan what he was doing,
and he answered like a FOOD NETWORK star,
in that televisicational tone:
"Oh, just marinating an angel.
This one's almost done...
just a few more turns."
You fluttered your wings tentatively
and cleared a few minxy curls from your eyes.
He added some more spice that could have been
turmeric or saffron. You dawdled your feet then
like a forties synchronous swimmer
in Satan's hot tub. You looked so darned relaxed.
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