Poetasters Hell

There may be a place for me in poetasters hell Where with notebook and pen i can write doggerel Such an after earthly life would suit me okay Since with rhyming words i am one who does love to play Where none would say of me he is not a poet Nor care if i am not one who is worthy of literary note I would be among those of Earthly ill fame In hell everybody is treated as the same None for to say of me he is not a success In the place of the damned where there is none to impress Though in my earthly life penning of doggerel my biggest crime For to write it in hell i will have plenty of time I will not be in heaven where angels do dwell There are no rooms there for writers of doggerel I will be where no one does care that i do not write well Scribbling worthless rhymes down in poetasters hell.