Just the other night
Came a knock upon my door
It was Mr Death, and I asked
Who are you looking for
Please do not take me for a fool
For this ploy is not new
The person I came for
Is of course you.
It is now the end
The closing of the show
So pack your suitcase
For it is time to go.
Well I said I am not ready
To take this trip with you
So many things I've left undone
Still so much to do.
He rolled his eyes
And said with a certain flair
You think I am interested
Do you think I care?
Any deeds you had
You should have done yesterday
For now it is too late
And I cannot allow you to stay.
Why can't you come back later
You must have other things to do
It doesn't work that way
I have a boss I have to answer to.
He is a bit of a tyrant
Which is not so swell
He is the original
Boss from hell.
Wait I have an idea
And he listened to what I said
For it was a great idea
I put into his head.
That was many years ago
And to this very day
I am so very proud
I talked death into taking a
holiday.
(c)2008 T. LaFountain