I'Ll Have Mine With Ice, Please

There lies poor Miss Ghoulish She lost her head acting foolish She lived too merry, a bit contrary Struck down in youth by getting old Would not concede when she was told By Doctor Jones to put on hold Her winter trip where it was cold! Without expertise, she bought some skis She took a leap from the snow-capped peaks And broke her neck, but what the heck She had her fun, and, what’s done is done! Beneath the mounds, she was not found! Below one cliff, she’s frozen stiff! They say she's pickled...one big popsicle! Now, ain’t life fickle? ...................................... Inspired By Natalie's Contest: "Die a Fun Death"