I heard the rattle in my throat That distinctive sound Of gargling with shotgun pellets Aunt Mavis knew what it meant She had heard it all before Forty years in the chicken factory Had taught her a thing or two
But I didn’t bother to pass Best that I just ignore it Pearly gates never did anything for me That’s the trouble with Atheism You are just stuck in the middle Looking up or down But nowhere really to go
The milkman once said to me Son, always be prepared For what lies on the other side I wasn’t sure what he meant So I crossed the busy road Still holding the four leaf clover I had stolen from the dead man's hand And clutching the St Christopher Aunt Mavis swore would keep me safe Forty years in the chicken factory Had taught her a thing or two
They was advertised at the store Death rattles for sale Buy one, get one free Why would you ever want two? When one would always be Much more than sufficient Still, better to be safe than sorry
rob, glad you got to the other side of the road unscathed. Mavis, knew a thing or two, and loved her nephew, perhaps more than he knew. A most unusual poem from you Rob, great stuff. ;-)
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKJan 17, 2011
Like the new subject matter! cj
scarwolvescarwolfs den, Carlow IrelandJan 17, 2011
very good rob
jeddah12singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeJan 18, 2011
dark indeed,,very fun write and humorous you,,great poem sir rob
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I think we all had an Aunt Mavis..a very humorous and grim write laughed the whole read
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