Dance of the Bony
Dance of the bony
Soon we will look
30 when we die,
Which will please the undertaker.
Death will be called a voyage
On an everlasting cruise ship.
The purser will send
Festive cards
From romantic ports.
No, grandad is not dead, he rests
He wears makeup because he is going
On a liner as a dancing partner
For old ladies.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2022
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