The sky was dark and dreary,
My legs were weak and weary,
I was far from home that night,
I fear was lost, my sorry plight.
Then up ahead I spied a farm,
Its warmth would save me from cold's harm,
Into the barn with stealth I crept,
Far worse places the night I've slept.
I went to sleep in cattle's manger,
Was unaware, impending danger,
By loud banging, I was awoke,
And then I saw, near had a stroke.
From out the loft, a coffin loomed,
I knew right then, my life was doomed.
As coffin banged across the floor,
I feared that soon, would be no more.
I was so scared, out of my mind,
When in my pocket I did find,
A mentholyptus Luden's drop,
Popped in my mouth to coffin stop.
Me thinks I have been reading too many of Toerags poems... I've done lost it...
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 10-18-1999).]