"Here boss, Dodgy Derek down the pub
Says he might be able to get you a horse,
just give him a few quid for some grub
and he'll sort it for you"
War turned back to his PlayStation game.
"This Dodgy Derek, is he a trustworthy chap?"
Death questioned back.
"I'd trust him to the end of the earth"
"Well, that might be sooner than we know,
tension is starting to show,
up in the high offices"
THE NEXT MORNING.
"Oooh my head,
what did they put in that 15th pint?
It made me feel every so unsteady
and more than a little sick,
it hurts to take a single breath
I feel like death,"
Death groaned, mouth tasting
like the contents of an ashtray
that has been out
on the booze for a year and a day.
"Boss, remember it was all for a good cause,
We managed to find you a new horse,
come on let's check on it"
War bounded excited to the back door.
"Hee-haww"
"This horse doesn't seem quite like my old one.
Wait a minute! This isn't a horse at all!
It's a donkey, are you trying to make an ass of me"
Death’s smile fell to the floor,
so he picked it up, re-attaching his jaw.
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