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SB2: Hell Freezes Over

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Once a poet created a marvelous poem
That made all his friends very proud just to know him
It told of a trickster and his fantastic feats
With beautiful rhymes and rhythm-ic beats
A "Skeleton Boy" who stood up to his fears.
The poet was writing for more than three years
But just at the beginning of year number four
He announced, "Now I don't have to write any more!
The story is finished, it's totaled, complete
It's done, it's wrapped up, it is tidy and neat!
And because it is perfect without any equal
There is no way in hell that I'm writing a sequel!"

Then he sold his poem and he made lots of money
Because people loved it – it was clever and funny.
But fortune is fickle, and commerce is cruel
And the poet had to raise the tuition for school
And support his addiction to opium-coke
The sad fact of it was he was totally broke
So he fell on hard times, and he needed some cash
And thus he decided to do something rash
He sat down at his desk and he picked up his pen
And he began writing that story again
'twas the one thing he swore that he never would do
he was writing a sequel – "Skeleton Boy 2!"

As he wrote, one by one, stars blinked out of the sky
Men started to weep and pigs started to fly
In a way that one wouldn't expect from that species.
Then electrical fans collided with feces.
Famous authors like Shakespeare spun round in their tombs
And ravens and egrets swapped the shades of their plumes
Salt started to blossom, and apricots bloomed
It became very clear - reality was doomed
'cause this was the dark moment at which it all ends
That week on the calendar was marked "the Greek Calends"
And many miles beneath where the surface folk dwell
The devil was sitting in his office in hell
When he looked out his window and lo and behold
The flames had stopped burning – hell was frozen and cold.

When he saw this, the devil, the dark one, destroyer
Sent an urgent, important, memo to his lawyer
To determine if something was now in his power.
It was, said the lawyer, and within the hour
Legions of demons began to deploy
In search of their target – one "Skeleton Boy"
I was going to post this as an April Fools' Day prank, but I forgot.
I'm actually pretty happy with the way this sequel poem unfolds. It's not serious or canon really, it's just a lot of meta fun, and I enjoy that.

In this story, a sequel to Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin [link] the devil pursues Skeleton Boy and attempts to bring him back to Hell on the pretense that he was only free from imprisonment "while the flames of Hell burned" and now that Hell has frozen over —thanks to myself writing this poem— that agreement is no longer binding. Then I think Skeleton Boy should try to steal fire from the top of mount Olympus and bring it back down to Hell, starting Hell on fire again. Maybe he meets up with the titan Prometheus and hobnobs with the Muses. Maybe in the process he inspires me, the poet, to write an original work rather than a sequel (because the fire represents creativity), and thus I stop writing “Skeleton Boy 2,” restoring the world to order and sanity. But when the poet stops writing, the poem itself ends, thus closing the tale of Skeleton Boy's adventures for realizies —until next time!
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