A Salesman stood at the gate,
His face was worn and old.
He meekly asked the man of fate
Admission to the fold.
“What have you done?” St. Peter asked,
“To seek admission here?”
“I sold insurance down on earth
For many a year.”
The gate swung sharply open then
As Peter punched a bell,
“Come in”, he said, “And take a harp,
You’ve earned your share of hell.”
—D. D. Vernon