Poems e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late; Not that the place by any means was full, But since the Gallic era eighty-eight The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull, And a pull all together as they say At sea - which drew most souls another way.