Cornerstore of Hell

Children dash inside to escape the sordid heat,
Satan's sign over the door promised a treat.

Babes pat their pockets and exclaim in dismay.
There'll be no sweet ice cream in hell today.

The devil laughs loud, "You've wasted a trip!"
As the frozen concoctions start to drip.

Angry youngsters cry and shout,
"What is this all about?"

Tears sizzling on hot cheeks.
They've dreamed of this for many weeks.

Tongues of flame dance around the red brute
and billowing, choking smoke begins to pollute.

The devil dances, screams and breathes fire as well.
"You can't have any treats at the Cornerstore of Hell!"