The day I die I'd like it told,
He reached One Hundred and Two years old.
''He was having Sex one Morning in bed,''
At least that's what the 'Gossips' said.
The Rubicon Crossed, his Heart gave out,
A Bon Voyage there is no doubt.
And his Wife they'd say when grief grew Bold,
Put her Nineteenth Birthday party on hold.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2026 18:55
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
That would be one way to go. A fun read, it glows with going all the way and taking it to the limit. Well done
And a face like Goofy to the end.
Thanks for Reading.
You are most welcome
Left the world with a smile on his face - not too sure of the advisability of his wife's 90th birthday party on hold, though....
Thank you. His wife was 19.
Surreality extends its tentacles everywhere......
Powerful work.
Thank you.
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