Rapier Wit

Rapier wit

DEATH appeared before me
HE says, "we have a date!"
Then, from beneath his darkened cloak
He extends the hand of fate

We'll I didn't really have time to think
My reactions got the better of me
And, poor old Mr Death and his hand
They parted company

And, as his hand soared through the air
Watched on by Mr Dead
Suddenly it was followed
By his somewhat bewildered head

Then came an arm and then his spleen
And, before he had a chance to beg
All that was left beneath his tattered cloak
Was a little piece of leg

And so it was, from that pay on
We live forever as time passes
Well, serves him right for disturbing me
In the middle of my FENCING classes!