” Some rhyming thing I wrote for a Weltzien class and I thought it was cool. “
By Mattea Dean
I invited Death for a cup of tea,
He said he wanted to marry me.
I told him I wasn’t prepared to commit,
He said, “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it?”
Told me we could be best friends
Lovers and soul mates until the end.
I do believe he meant what he said,
And his words did not fill me with dread,
But Death is not the monogamous sort
Perhaps he used me as a last resort.