If I Die It Was Jim
If I die, it was Jim, Lil’s note said.
Weirdly the very next day she was dead.
His relatives curious.
Her relatives furious.
Police detective left scratching his head.
Jim brought his new love to the funeral home
It was a bit of a mistake as she started to roam.
She ran into her ex.
They decided to have sex.
Furious Jim had a mouth full of foam.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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