DO NOT DO ANY GOOD

By Dr. V. Venkateswaran,  NSW

There was a good person who passed on and was so good that even the spelling to "evil" was not known.

Was swished past purgatory to the gates of heaven.

St. Peter checked the credentials, and was buzzed  into the next room. 

There an angel, as there was no sex or colour discrimination in heaven, handed over over a white cloak and a harp, and ushered into heaven. 

There perilously standing on a cloud, a halo with a hole, the same monotonous tones were strung on the harp.

It rained, water came in through the halo. Air India and Singapore Airlines Jumbos whizzed past perilously close.

Anyway, the chance of the "once a year request" came.

A Visa was applied for, to visit the less fortunate friends. There was a welcome, fawned upon, with wine, dance and music.

This is the place one should be, not heaven" was the decision. Returning to Heaven,  an Exit visa was applied for, was granted, and the migrant was welcomed warmly.

Once inside, to feeling of horror, it was burning hot, was set upon, cut up and assaulted. Shocked, "what's all this? Yesterday I was with received pomp and pageantry."

Promptly came the response, "Yesterday you were a tourist, today you have come as a permanent resident".

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