Untimely Buried

I once was a man of great wit,

Who suffered from many a fit,

Ill, I often fell,

Though none could clear tell,

If, from this good world, I had quit.

One day, after a nasty bout,

Broken and crippled, I struck out,

Inches from death’s door,

Laid out on the floor,

My worried lovers left with doubt.

No sooner dead, that very night,

Gathered them to read my last rites,

To commit to tomb,

Inter in earth’s womb,

This ghastly corpse, their once delight.

Awaking to my new confines,

I realized my terrible bind,

“ ’Tis a prank,” I spake,

“An honest mistake,”

“The product of jovial minds.”

But after wasting for a day,

I became dreadfully dismayed,

That this was my lot,

Done in by cheap plot,

The comic turned to tragic play.

So, on these wooden planks I script,

This ghastly tale from grievous crypt,

Of a gimp harried,

Untimely buried,

Ferried away by fatal slip!

-Q-

@WindsPoetic

https://poeticwinds.wordpress.com

[Repost from Feb. 15, 2019].