by CortazWaterford, Ireland
Jun 2016 443 Views 1 comments
The Undertaker
When bitter winds blow from the east
it brings slow death to man and beast
the undertaker rubs his hands with glee,
for he smells a feast
His neighbours dying off like flys
he measures them and notes there size
then sheads an allagators tear
for deep inside he dose not care
Fear not this man of whom i tell
for Satans angles have marked him well
for when he dies and goes to
we,ll hold a jamboree
it brings slow death to man and beast
the undertaker rubs his hands with glee,
for he smells a feast
His neighbours dying off like flys
he measures them and notes there size
then sheads an allagators tear
for deep inside he dose not care
Fear not this man of whom i tell
for Satans angles have marked him well
for when he dies and goes to
we,ll hold a jamboree
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Posted: Jun 2016
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