A Poet in the Hereafter

St. Peter met her at heaven’s huge gate,
asking who was she, why had she come.
“Why should I let such as ‘you’ enter in?
I’m busy and there’s such a long line.”

She held her head proudly and vouched for herself,
told him her heart was honest and true ,
then went on to list her other good traits
and sat down for a breather when through.

He stood there just staring, a frown on his face,
then proclaimed, “Access denied! ”
Access denied? Stunned, she started to cry
(for the option to heaven is wry) ...

She poured out a story of woe to the man.
“I’m just a poor poet, St. Peter, sir.
I did my very best all of my life
hurt no one did I... maybe once, ” she lied.

All of a sudden the gates opened wide.
There was St. Peter moving aside.
“God loves His poetry, ” he said with a grin.
“Dear poet, please come right on in.”