Around my bed the demons float
“Give us your soul
and you’ll get a really cool bowl.
All sorts of colors, heats up with a minute.
It’s big enough, you can live in it.”
To their offer, oh so tempting, oh so sly,
I give my thought out and ruminated reply;
“Trade life itself for a trinket?
Seems a little lopsided
Don’t you think it?
What good would it do me
This bowl so new, this bowl so neat?
Look upon my kitchen store
And see many a bowl galore.
I reject your offers,
You ne’er do welling tossers!
Now shut up and leave me to sleep!
Begone without a peep!”