Death stalked me today.
I looked in the mirror
And told the bloke,
'PISS OFF! '
Life lurched in the shadows
As I sulked away
And hunted Death down
With his rusted, bent scythe
So we could stop by the local pub
Have a brew and a smoke, relax,
sit back, chill, & just talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this one, Shane. Meet you at 7, mine's a lager. (This one is MUCH better than my version) . Love, Fran xx