A Dying Wish

His dying wish, he said, was to lose his virginity.
Only, not to a prostitute--he wouldn't feel right,
Since he had already sinned enough in his life
And he only had a few bucks to his name anyway.
He pleaded with his nurses, but they just laughed
And shook their heads. "But I'm serious," he would say,
"Won't you send a dying man to Heaven
Before he has to go to Hell?"
It broke my heart to watch him suffer so.
Finally, I took pity on the man.
I told him I had a friend who had a heart of gold
And just so happened to have a thing for older men.

I drove down Main Street and picked up a young blonde
Hooker named Joanna. I gave her the scoop, and she
Promised to play along. We drove to the hospice,
Where the old man lay dying. I explained everything
To the nurses. They understood, and gave their approval.
When we walked into the room, the old man turned
And looked at us with his dying eyes, and let out
A loud low gasp. "Joanna!" he cried. "Is that you?"
"Mr. Thomas?" Amazing. Joanna had been his student
Years ago at the junior high school he had taught
For the better part of his life. Things are odd.
It turns out Joanna had always had a crush on her teacher.
She gave the man his wish, and didn't even ask
To be paid.