A Proposal

” 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.