Death I Am Not Ready
Stop there Death! You can’t take me away.
You must come back another day.
There are too many things to do
Before I will go with you.
You can’t get me, if you make me ill
Because I’ll take a super pill.
I won’t die, in a car crash
My airbags will your death plan trash.
I won’t drown, when I fall from my boat
My Life Jacket will keep me afloat.
You can’t burn me in a Hotel fire
The Fire Brigade will damp your ire
A heat attack might stop it’s beat
But a triple by-pass gets me on my feet.
So Death! why don’t you just give up
Until my life has an empty cup?
Bang. Bang.. I think I’m dead
My wife just shot me in the head.
Death you are so sly
When you aim it is bulls-eye
I thought I had you all wrapped up
But now you’ve come and drained life’s cup
My wife insured me for millions more
When I passed your entrance door
Sadly, she did not know
The millions will to my mistress go.
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