Petes Poetry
Hell's wind.
Father I have sinned.
I'm riding with the wind.
Where she blows.
Only hell knows.
North, South, East or West.
Even in hell, I think I'm blessed.
For she takes me on an endless trip.
Booze by the barrel, not just a sip.
Ever so slightly pissed.
Cos her love, is what is missed.
Heaven hell and back.
All I need is a little tact.
Now the wind will blow my way.
The notorious hell fire will reign everyday.
Burnt to ash and dust.
Now her love is a need and a must.
Through charcoal, smouldering smoke and ash.
Kiss her divine lips and begin to pash.
No son of the devil.
Now the fire has settled.
Just water, wind and snow.
A new beginning, together we will grow.
Pete.
I'm riding with the wind.
Where she blows.
Only hell knows.
North, South, East or West.
Even in hell, I think I'm blessed.
For she takes me on an endless trip.
Booze by the barrel, not just a sip.
Ever so slightly pissed.
Cos her love, is what is missed.
Heaven hell and back.
All I need is a little tact.
Now the wind will blow my way.
The notorious hell fire will reign everyday.
Burnt to ash and dust.
Now her love is a need and a must.
Through charcoal, smouldering smoke and ash.
Kiss her divine lips and begin to pash.
No son of the devil.
Now the fire has settled.
Just water, wind and snow.
A new beginning, together we will grow.
Pete.