Hey folks, been a while! I’ve started writing this like an hour ago.
“The Big Question”
Leaning low, all weak and wary,
Gleaming, glowing bleak and scary,
My own limbs I lug and carry
With a struggle temporary.
I’ve prettied up, I’ve donned my clothes,
I’ve trimmed up all my frigid toes.
They stare in awe, the whole world knows –
I am frankly indisposed.
I’ve limped through this town far and wide
And all I see is black and white;
And everything I smell smells like
Roses and formaldehyde.
Far and wide, this I must stress,
For they surely seemed impressed
As I limped and crawled distressed,
Just to find your new address.
I long for your prolonged affection,
To spite your husband, I must mention
And though I’d stay for a dissection,
To ruin your evening’s digestion,
I kneel humbly ‘fore your mansion
With a most arduous question:
My sweet and fleshy Anne-Marie,
Will you bury me?