“Death becomes you dear” said the Grim Reaper
on his arrival,
Life ends for everyone, with guarantee of no
body´s survival,
On this side we don´t drink, but I´ll certainly
offer you a bier,
Put a smile on your face my dear, there is nothing
here to fear.
Here you´ll have bonhomie, to grace your mind
& bonny bones,
Bassoons, bopping & boogie, all to welcome
you here back home,
Upon your bony body, bedecked in cobwebs, weeds
& buttercups,
Dew will finally settle where worms, bats &
moths, duly go to sup.
So welcome to your death my dear & please
dry your earthly tears,
This is now eternity; your life on the earth
was but few paltry years,
Take my hand dear lady & hark Heaven´s sweet
beckoning chime,
And we shall gaily waltz now, down the corridors
of long lost time.
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