So now I must start with a line that’s off kilter,

setting the tone for a poem with no filter.

I must admit I did like your verse-

a beatific Bentley to my poetical hearse 

that rears down side streets, coffin akimbo

with words flying all ways, in a lyrical limbo.

Quick, close the window, we’ve just lost a leg,

I thought you told me that this corpse was dead.

But shit! A red light word count- I’m being forced to stop

by the Brothers Grim reaper who’s given me the cho….

 

There I was, knocked out, KO’d-

facing the jaws of death,

yet even in my hour of need

I was hit by his acrid breath.

 

I said, ‘hey death, what’s with that?

You’re cramping my pearly gates-

here have yourself some Listerine

you know it’s never too late.’

 

Well death, he says ‘How blessed am I-

been searching since 1254…

Is there a way to ever repay you?

Another ten years? Or more?’

 

I said, ‘nah, you’re alright Death-

life’s just plague and misery

and as for the Listerine…

It was buy one get one free!.’