Morbid Mortality: the gruesome discovery that life is too short, except when it’s too long
Poem ~
She had overstayed her welcome
in this ghastly earthly realm
so she called herself an Uber
and said, “Take me straight to Hell!”
she knew her destination
for it was prearranged
in return for an extension
her soul had been exchanged
Interesting take 👏
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Thank you 😊
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My pleasure
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Very good, Sue. I often ask older folks, “how old is old enough.” I have never received a good answer. I decided the answer is “I’ll know when I am there.” This clever poem makes me thing about that. Well done!
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Thanks, Bill.
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I wonder what she’d been doing during her extension. An intriguing poem
A-Z of My Friend Rosey!
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Up to no good I’m sure lol
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Oof, good one. Too often these bargains are made.
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