Monday, July 26, 2004

Drowned

Death by level crossing
Not hit by a train
But crushed beneath the gate

Death by poisoning
Not rat killer or agent orange
Read the sell-by date too late

Death by chocolate
Not the cocoa content or overeating
Slipped on a choc-ice at the match
And landed badly on some metal seating

Death by drowning
Not in waves a hundred meters high
But in the hundred tears I wept
When you said,
Bugger off.

Don’t come back.
Don’t phone.

You’re just a pathetic loser.
Goodbye.

2 comments:

Boomsa Happy said...

ouch. and nice. if not a mcgough, then a stevens i guess. roger that!

hazel said...

You can't beat a funny poem about death. It sweetens a bitter pill somewhat!