Pastrami on rye, piled up so high
Sauerkraut oozing out from the side
Served steaming hot, with mustard on top
My last sandwich be this ~ gladly I'll die
Villanelle : O ! What a way to go They Say locked in Lover's Arms
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Damned he or she be to live curséd life alone
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
Lone bodies shiver in beds quothing inane psalms
No body loses heat when both stoke flesh and bone
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
No Romeo with potion Juliet embalms
Had not either to deep mock sleep stayed up immune
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
Some prefer the chivalrous spears of knights-at-arms
Others prefer not to go at all all alone
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Passion mounts the pressure on lonely hearts' dire charms
The choice in these cases is either stroke or be-gone
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
The lesson here is simple : by the bed stock arms
He who must go first may her shoot ere he is blown
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
An old man bought her gems and he smiled,
Knowing where they would be in a while...
Sex with a young beauty,
Great legs, boobs and booty.
If he died, he'd be going in style.
IF YOU GAIN
YOU CURE YOUR PAIN
you did what love brings
yoy did your thing
so don't be ashame
let the wind blow
WHAT A WAY TO GO
Of course it would involve making love
If I had to choose the way that I would die
Fornicating until my heart gives out
Is something I might like to try
The mortician might have a job to do
In trying to fix the smile stuck on my face
And the cause of death on the certificate
Might result in a little disgrace
But alas, my heart seems to last much longer
Than the other required part for this act
But I am willing to keep on giving it a try
And on that you can bet as a fact
Written for the "Die A Fun Death" contest.