When, last, Bri died …….he was ignored.
Death just yawned......AND looked bored.
Bri called: 'Helllllloo! Yoohoo. I DIED.'
But Death just smiled a bit...and sighed,
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Great poem. You're back in fine form....I'll get back to Here Comes Mr. Jordan.
Don't worry my friend...... even if your bones will be rejected, your flesh will be really sweet with the intake of too much of ice cream and avariciously nibbled by worms! Bones are rejected in everyone's case! Queer imagination and interesting write!
Don't plan on leaving us so soon, Ice Cream Man.