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Danse macabre

Danse macabre

Death came to me in a mini skirt
As skittish as a kitten,
And said : ” I am come – for your final flirt ” ,
But added : ” You don’t seem smitten “.

Says I : ” Well – not in my wildest whim
Did I picture you looking like this,
I’d been told that you were a reaper grim
And behold – a saucy miss “.

” Ah – many a one is like yourself
Surprised by my winning smile,
I have jokes and jests like a playful elf
And I know the way to beguile “.

” But – please just pass me by with a nod
I’ve poems and plays unwritten,
There are footpaths I have never trod
As you say – I’m not much smitten “.

” Oh hush my darling – and don’t repine “,
And she gave a gracious prance,
Then she twined her fingers into mine
And whispered : ” Shall we dance? “



Poem Danse macabre - Ian Emberson