She's Alive

By Elton Camp Rosina was ninety years old “Sorry, she’s dead,” doc told “Because no pulse can I feel Nor breathing, so death’s real.” So off to the morgue she went Of life, there wasn’t any hint Later came a sight to astound Rosina was moving around “It seems mighty cold to me. How about a cup of hot tea?” Home she went, seeming okay Unaware she’d died that day Death certificate was filled out She was legally dead, no doubt With the paper work she didn’t agree Rosina was alive as even doc can see