Copyright Graham Seal July 2018
A little bit of wicked fun!
Pickbone Slim was long and thin,
With a narrow face and a pointed chin,
Slits for eyes and a crooked grin;
Sharp as a pin was Pickbone Slim.
Pickbone Slim was a gambling man,
With a deck of cards in a prickly hand,
His dice were loaded to deceive,
And an Ace was hidden up his sleeve.
Pickbone Slim rambled round,
Playing cards from town to town,
There wasn’t a game he didn’t win,
There wasn’t a sin he didn’t sin.
But one day Slim ran out of luck,
Someone shot him dead over fifty bucks.
After the ringing of his funeral bell,
He went down to the gates of Hell.
‘What do you want?’, the devil asked;
Slim challenged him to a game of cards.
‘Tell you what’, said the Devil to Slim,
‘I might let you live if you should win’.
Slim just gave a very thin laugh
As he cut a deck of cards in half
‘I’ve come here to win this draw
And rule in Hell for ever more’.
The Devil snarled and clenched his hand
‘None but I command the damned’;
But Slim was never in any doubt:
‘Shuffle those cards and we’ll soon find out’
The Devil drew first and he drew well,
The King of Spades, a card from hell.
He sneered at Slim, right in his face,
But Slim just grinned – and drew the Ace.
The Devil fumed, the Devil swore,
The Devil raged and the Devil roared,
But the deal was done when the cards went down
And Pickbone Slim won the Devil’s crown.
Now he sits on the throne in the fiery pit,
Roasting souls on a sizzling spit,
The Devil up on earth he dwells,
Doing far more evil than he did in Hell,
Yeah, far more evil than he did in Hell.
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