You Betcha!
Somewhere towards the end, in the month of five. Many drinks of coffee, had brought it alive. I talked with a friend of love and hate, Black and white, choice or fate, What about heaven and what about hell? Which was better? Who could tell? So as we sat in my kitchen that night, Our conversations turned into a fight. He argued "God is, the better one." I replied "Hell though, is so much fun!" "But, J. C. can give you joy and pleasure, And too much love for you to measure!" He stood his ground on what he had said. "I guess we won't know, until we're dead." His hand came out for me to shake. "A gentleman's bet, we shall make!" Now the first who crosses, a loser he is. For the one remaining, the title is his. The years they passed, til I was ninety seven, Neither of us, claimed hell nor heaven. Suddenly, his heart, he clutched with his hand. Excitement, it grew, I could hardly stand. So next to him here, I doth lay, The bet was settled, time to pay. God and Satan, a truth or a lie? Who's to tell... The bet was a tie, there both same guy!