Apricot Tarts
As I lie here on my death bed
Feeling the last beats of my heart
My only regret is, I didn't close
The lid on the apricot tarts
Sounds like a kind of trivial thing
But to some, it's a big faux pas
Little things are very important
To me, that's a major flaw
In the great, overall scheme of things
So they're not as fresh as alleged
I'll eat those things any way they come
Don't mind if there's fur on the edge
I think they call it **** retentive
And applies to so many things
Like how dishes are placed in the washer
And how you must rinse everything
I really do feel sorry for these people
They need to start enjoying their life
Stop worrying 'bout all those silly things
In Heaven, there's none of that strife!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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