A man is greeted one day
By a figure who'd come a long way
Black hooded robe and bony hands
Holding a staff
A skull for his head
The reaper of souls is what they call me
I have come to collect thee
The man whose name was Jeff
Said ok, but hang on a sec
Pulling out his phone he began to talk
The reaper just stood there and watched
1 minute turned to two
Soon 30 had gone by
Jeff hang up and then said
Sorry I can't go my wife passed away, maybe come back another day
The reaper answered
I know took her myself she's waiting for you in the great beyond
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