Search

Hell In Arizona

Original Vintage Card
  
 Price: $4.95

Stock #:44968
Type: Postcard
Era: Linen
City: Scenic
State: Arizona (AZ)
Postmark: 1957
Postmark City: Phoenix
Postmark State: AZ
Stamp: 4C
Size: 3.25" x 5.25" (9 x 14 cm)

Purchase Scan Comments & Reviews Send
Additional Details:
The Devil in Hell we've told was claimed And a thousand years be there remainded, He neither complained and did he gowwn, But determined to start a hell of his own. Where he could toemeng the souls of men Without being chained in a prison pen. So he asked the Lord if he had on hand Anything left when be made this land. The Lord said "Yes: I have plenty on hand, But I left it down on the Rio Grande; The fact is "old boy" the stuff is so poor I don't think you can use it in hell any more." But the Devil went down to look at the truck And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck, For after examining in carefully and well. He concluded the place was too dry to a hell. So in order to fet it off his hand The Lord promised the Devil to water the land, of He had some water or rather some drags. A regular cathartic and smelled like bad eggs. Hence the trade wasclosed and the ded was given, And the lord went back on his home in heaven; The Devil and to himself "I have all that is needed, To make a good hell" and hence he succeeded. He began to put them all over the trees, And mixed up the sands with millions of fiens. he trered thrannulas alongthe roads; Put thorns on cactus and horns on roads. He lengthened the horns of the steers. And put an addition to the rabitt's ears; He put a little devil in the broncho steed And proceded the tree of the certipede. The rattlemake biter for the scorpion stiogs, The mosgoils delights you with his buzzing wings The sand-burs prevail and to do the ants And those who pit down need half soles on their pants. The Devil then said that rhrouglerc the land He'd arrange to keep up the Devils own brand, And all should be Mavericka unless they bore, Marks or scraiches of bites and thorns by the score. The heat in the summer is one hundred and ten, Too hot for the Devil and too hot for men; The wild boar roams through the black chaparcal; It's a hell of a palce that he has for a hell.

Post a public comment, question or review: