Now I Lay Me
Now I lay me down, here goes.
The c-pap rests beneath my nose.
If I get strangled by my hose,
At the grave, read one of Poe’s.
If my wife begins to sweat,
And she seems not that upset,
Then please do as we discussed:
Lock my assets in a trust.
But if she dons sack cloth and ash,
Throw that c-pap in the trash!
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