No popcorn, no pets
No popcorn, no pets,
No baseball, no regrets,
Rapture to heaven
Is no Seven / Eleven.
No Slushies, no Mars bars,
No pizza, no beer bars.
In heaven, the best
Beat their bloody chests
And sing hosanna
At the absence of fauna.
Nothing to make you sneeze
As you fall to your knees.
Fluffy’s on Earth
About to give birth
And if you want us to care,
Put your money there
On the web site line,
So Fluffy will be fine.
When to heaven you go
But your pets are a no-no,
We will watch them with love
While you’re in heaven above.
We atheists who remain
Or Hindus or Jaynes,
Or Jews or Buddhists
Or even the occasional nudist,
We will take care of your pets
So you’ll have no regrets,
No guilt on your soul,
Because you will know
Your Fuffy is fine
As long as your dimes shine.
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