A poetic war of words !!

Reader discretion advised : Don't read if you aren't yet aged 18 or above. Lol !!

I recently ran into a long lost friend of mine from childhood days as he managed to somehow G-mail me after nearly a decade. Being a Medical Doctor by profession, I would agree that it was natural for his words to bear reference to elements of the human anatomy to make his point of view on some matters. Funnily enough, our initial exchange of pleasantries thereafter made room for quite serious poetic exchanges on a somewhat personally guarded territory, and it went like this before it came to a abrupt close. While I terribly hate to adopt the use of deplorable language in the event of a need for a tit-for-tat retort to convey rebuke, the situation here warranted some sternness (not filthiness ... God forgive me if I did so !!) in the language to resend a missive in fitting measure to the dispatcher of it...rather give the Doctor a acrid taste of his own medicine.

Pal :
Hi mate !! U jolly well mate,
Ere 'tis too late
Or u'll reach a state, when u cant find the gate,
And then, don't ever blame ur fate.

Deejay :
Let not the quest for the "gates" here ;
From heaven's gate cause you to err.
A strait and narrow gate that is to heaven, Sir;
So, save yourself from your eye's dreary blur.

Pal :
God didn't fashion the ball,
For it to wither and fall;
But so that man could develop the gall,
To lead a family .. wife, children and all to the shopping mall.

Deejay :
A ball or two sure on man spells well;
But alas they'll wither, rot and burn in hell.
So cleave to Him as on this earth you dwell;
Lest sounds on you the soul's death knell.
For why did He taste bitter vinegar and gall;
Was not that to make Himself your all.
So turn your gaze from that pendant ball;
And, I plead, fix it rather on Jesus et al.