We all die and the only thing not to know is how:
Some ‘cos they eat too much cow.
Some ‘cos they smoke.
Some ‘cos they don’t joke.

We all go to the undertakers:
Some ‘cos they’re unlucky overtakers.
Some ‘cos they’re sinking death rowers.
Some ‘cos they’re drowning maritime blowers.

We all get our card marked and have to punch it:
Some ‘cos they get sick.
Some ‘cos they’re alcoholic.
Some ‘cos they give up the ghost and the spirit.

We all curl up our tootsies and push up daisies:
Some ‘cos they freeze.
Some ‘cos they wheeze.
Some ‘cos they’re 1352-plagued with a sneeze.

We all kick the bucket and lay in a ‘coffin’:
Some ‘cos they fight cancer but give in.
Some ‘cos they end it all in a spin
not knowing where to begin.

We all meet our deliverer:
Some ‘cos they meet their killer.
Some ‘cos they die for someone like Hitler.
Some ‘cos they’re so careless they have no idea.

We all leave this mortal coil:
Some ‘cos there’s too much toil.
Some ‘cos they’re buried in soil.
Some ‘cos they get a boil.

We all cop it and die:
Some ‘cos they fry.
Some ‘cos they told a lie
and some ‘cos there’s no knowing why.

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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry

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