Let's see what the cat can do as he weaves this tale in rhyme, as always, for all to view. Should be interesting to see if it can be done. But of course most anything can be done under my sun. So away we go and it's on with the show.
Two Canadians sit all blue,
Their igloos side by side.
Too cold to achoo,
So they take a death ride.
Down to hell they go,
Not really caring why.
The lava sure did flow,
Fire was set to the sky.
The devil trotted up,
Asking about their clothes.
He offered them a booze cup,
They declared they were still froze.
The devil had to fix that.
He couldn't lose his reputation.
So he warmed Hell's mat.
Saying they would suffer in damnation.
The two Canadians refused,
To take off their winter clothes.
The devil felt abused,
Threatening to fry them like crows.
They both stood freezing in place,
So the devil added more heat,
Watching as their teeth chattered at a steady pace.
He would not admit defeat.
These two Canadians were through.
They could not win,
This was no igloo.
He would cause them pain for their sin.
He put them through the ringer,
Causing every kind of woe,
Even hit them with a stinger,
From their head to toe.
He even burned their clothes,
Causing them more pain.
Only adding to their woes,
They were still aboard the cold train.
In a a final act,
As his desperation grew,
Some cold he would attract,
To completely freeze these two.
The tempurate of Hell,
Dropped as cold as ice.
The two laughed in their cell,
For the devil had paid the price.
He found nothing funny,
And threatened them once more.
Saying he'd fry them like a bunny,
If they didn't stop their encore.
They continued laughing quite a bit,
Finally revealing their plan,
As they continued to sit,
Ever the merry fan.
We need no four leaf clover,
So our wives can mourn,
For Hell has frozen over,
Meaning in our next life we'll be kings of porn.
So there we go, they tricked the devil at Hell's show. With ice and fire things may turn dire but use your mind and a saying can get you out of a bind. Or something like that if you were to land at Hell's doormat. Hopefully a next life does come to pass or it will all be for not and that would be funny to my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.