I Died

Fell in a bowl of soup
my head hangs
wet and soggy
spoon on the floor
The coroner removes my head
and stares
at the microwave......
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Neumann Avatar
December 29, 2018 at 2:58 AM
That is so funny. And subtly expressed. I wonder what would have happened if the microwave had swallowed the coroner ...
Al-Khalili Avatar
December 8, 2018 at 4:11 AM
Often how we die is from what we eat. But there are so many ways to read this poem. What do you mean? What are you conveying?
Roper Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 1:02 AM
Oh, mmy,,, I've been doing this a lot...
Allison Avatar
December 3, 2018 at 7:41 AM
sounds like a regular event in my kitchen lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Jones Avatar
December 2, 2018 at 5:43 AM
A Very funny Poem, I loved this Art ^_^
Blown Avatar
December 2, 2018 at 4:27 AM
was the microwave an awful mess... (this is like an alfred hitchcock story)
Devonshire Avatar
December 2, 2018 at 2:28 AM
Chilling thoughts, Arthur. Perhaps recollections from a disturbing dream? The image you describe is powerful, my friend. Hugs, Carolyn
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