Margo
Poor Margo, she died in a tanning tube
her skin parched dry of blocking lube.
Said her husband with some emotion
I think it’s only fitting she be buried
with the bikini in which she died,
with a large supply of tanning lotion.
I’m confident that where she’s going,
she’ll want her tan still ongoing.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2024
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