Death - An Untold Truth Part 1
The only thing more achy
Is Death; it makes blurry
Our visions when in bevy
Of one’s funeral – body
Transformed sugar briny.
It makes a Hindu use billy;
Christians use box browny;
Uses soil a Pathan brawny;
Whoever may see be balky;
And wish to see any alley
To escape You O, Bonnie.
Then give apple or berry,
Or grapes or mango bossy.
Nothing tastes sweater, Honey
When Death tastes on you bonnie.
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