Personal Blogs

I went to the doc and the old doc sayed

Please don't go before I'm paid

I went to the priest and the old priest blessed

Please don't go before you've confessed.

I went to the mortician who rubbed his hands

Please tell me, can I sell your glands?

I went to the lawyer, who sold me a will

Please let me help you, with my special skill.

Then honest Death and I met on the shore

And we shall play for evermore.