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There once was a man
Walking on a lonely road
The horizon he did scan
Holding close a bag his wife sewed
He shooed the flies from his head with a fan.
*
When should appear
The Reaper riding up on his scythe
Feeling the man up with fear
Dreading this man of myth
Hoping he wouldn’t come near
*
When the Reaper asked
What road they were on
The man gasped
They were on the road to Boston
The man wished the Reaper would wear a mask.
*
Off the Reaper did trot
Leaving the man on his feet
For it was another man's soul, the Reaper sought
So, the man decided to retreat
Before the Reaper forgot.
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Comments (3)
That was such a cool poem, very well done!!!
Oooo, that was close! Loved your poem!
Great poem!