The end is nigh

The world will end on Wednesday
That’s what some people think
I’ll have to stay up Tuesday night
and have a final drink.

I’ll prob’ly go to heaven
at least I think I should
I’ve done my best for fellow man
I’ve always been quite good

Rosey’s bought a golden bag
in which to pack some things
A robe made from a clean white sheet
and plastic angel wings

I hope there’ll be a blogosphere
beyond the pearly gates
A place where I can ramble on
and write to all my mates

Have those people got it wrong
or have they got it right?
If nothing happens Wednesday morn
we’ll chat on Wednesday night.