Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 17.0: November 3rd, 2008
Route 666
by Belinda Roddie
The devil's on this train
Headed east to San Diego
He's been dreaming up tall tales
Over a glass of Pinot Noir
Half a dozen of his minions ride coach
As he meets and greets in the diner
Shaking hands and leaving scars on palms
That a fortune teller will decipher
With long crooked fingers
The devil has a nice smile
He rarely flashes the teeth
For fear he'd bare his fangs in malice
At the passengers who dine with him
And he loves to talk of tempting
That son of a bitch in the desert
Though his wishes that tale
Had a better ending
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since November 3rd, 2008.
by Belinda Roddie
The devil's on this train
Headed east to San Diego
He's been dreaming up tall tales
Over a glass of Pinot Noir
Half a dozen of his minions ride coach
As he meets and greets in the diner
Shaking hands and leaving scars on palms
That a fortune teller will decipher
With long crooked fingers
The devil has a nice smile
He rarely flashes the teeth
For fear he'd bare his fangs in malice
At the passengers who dine with him
And he loves to talk of tempting
That son of a bitch in the desert
Though his wishes that tale
Had a better ending
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since November 3rd, 2008.
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