Grim Reaper Poem by Lee Fones

upon a tree stump i sit
through misty fog
my cigarette well lit
then i saw alone dog

its tail wagged
tongue popped out
as i dragged
my lips did pout

having yet another puff
so to did that little mutt
he surely did take a snuff
up to heaven in doggy hut

the grim reaper popped up
with his great big scythe
said 'next time yup
you'll be hung up by withe'*


(*withe: noun: band or rope made of twisted twigs or stems
noun: strong flexible twig)