DEAD POETS’ SOCIETY!” a poem 02/10/19 (SUNDAY)

THE MYSTIC POET HAS-BEEN DISCOVERED D E A D,
With a message carved into his head!
IN HIS HAND-WRITING, was “dug in:”
“I DID IT! ME!” (and he wore a big grin!)

And-when, in The Afterlife, The Poet arrived,
A million drunken angels! Each one he “high- < > -FiVed!”

THEY HAD A BIG, HOLY SUPPER, WITH BREAD &-A-LOTTA-WINE!
“At last,” They said, “The Master (pause)
Has-come-back-HERE to-dine!”

fin <3

Dead Poets Society 🤗

Published by KINDNESS

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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