Death Wish

Poor old Tom was dying;
By his bed sat his wife.
He asked for one last wish
Before he left this life.

“Of course,” she said, “My dear,
Just ask me anything.
Is it something I can do,
Or something I can bring?”

“It’s something you can do,
As soon as I am dead,
I want you to marry
Our next door neighbor, Fred.”

“Are you sure you mean Fred?
The man you tried to sue?
You always used to hate him.”
Tom said, “And I still do!”


#1 david goodwin on 01.30.09 at 9:13 am

Excellent, love your style:reminds me of myself ! look forward to reading more

#2 wayne on 02.24.09 at 8:37 am

Thanks David, stay as long as you like, there’re over a thousand poems on the site.

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