The Realtor Prayer
The Realtor stood at the pearly gate.
His face worn and old.
Her merely asked of the man of fate.Admission to the fold.
“Whatever have you done”St. Peter asked,“To seek admission here?”
Why I was selling real estate On Earth for many a year!”
The gates swung open sharply
As St. Peter touched the bell;
“Come In,” he said “and take a harp”
“You’ve had enough of Hell!”
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