The Devil in Yellow
A poem about the time the washing machine broke in Hell.
Pardon me
I have a story to tell
about that devil fellow
way down in Hell
Well truth be told on
that day in 1988 some
trouble had happened that
caused much dismay
The washing machine broke
leaving all the clothes to smell
which left the Devil in clothing
so bright it caused his minions fright
They snickered and gossiped
while the Devil’s PR team figured
out its optics on how to proceed
You wouldn’t believe how many
sinners were in shock and awe
at what they saw — so gnarly, so
unkempt — a color meant for saints,
volunteers, and certain dog breeds
The Devil tried to plead to their stylist
“Are you this all of it?” and truth be told
it was clothing gifted by their Second in
Command none other than Old Donald
who was stuffed with Big Macs
from fast-food establishment McDonald's
whose golden arch resembled the clothes
the Devil wore on that day in 1988
If I were the Devil I would have fired
Old Donald on that day but who I am
to say as it was not them who broke the
washing machine that day
that led to the atrocity in which I tell
about the Devil from hell who had the
unfortunate pleasure of wearing the color
Yellow.
