Old Louie's gone from the outfile,
and we knew him very well,
but as for Stan and me,
we can't agree
whether he's gone to heaven,
or whether he's gone to hell.

You see, Louie was a rounder,
he knew all the girls too well,
and when it came to drinking,
he held his liquor swell.
Yet his third wife says Louie
was better live than dead,
and it was totally wrong
of his fourth wife
just to bury him behind the shed.
Then there's his first and second wives,
they each got a share of his money,
so they collectively say,
they each could again call him honey.

As for church, Louie could holler and yell with the best,
the preacher could count on Louie for money,
and confessing the sins off his chest,
and for winking when he called the preacher's wife, honey.
The preacher says Louie is likely forgiven,
but he didn't see that wink went real well,
so Stan and me's betting it ain't likely heaven,
and Louie's likely in hell.

We can smell Louie burning,
old Lucifer's pitchfork sticking real well,
but knowing Louie he'll give a wink to Jezebel,
and that'll get him kicked out of hell.
Sure enough here he comes,
back with the beer and the rum,
says he appreciates Stan and me's try,
but we're sure no good at rhyming poetry,
he's got the fish about fried,
guess we better stick to why we come,
this was a lie but we tried,
Louie's service sure is fun.

I guess I will dare to say, Copyright 2009, Jerry W. Engler, but I can't imagine anyone possibly ever wanting to copy it, except for Louie, and he says he likes it.