"Here, where have you been?
We have been worried sick"
Pestilence spewed angrily.
"I have been contemplating
the meaning of life, myself,
the universe, everything"
Death boomed in his monotone voice.
"And what did you learn?"
War fired his question with precision.
"Not a lot,
got caught in traffic
on the M1.
Was gridlocked."
"And it took you over a week to return?"
"Well, the horse bolted, so I had to walk,
found a nice little hotel on the way back,
and kinda got lost in the twisting corridors"
"So, you are a horseman
without a horse?"
"Seems that way"
Death said, as he slinked away
as only a skeletal being can,
which is to say
in about the least slinkiest way possible.
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