The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.
by Ian Emberson
Death came to me in a mini skirt
As skittish as a kitten ,
And said : " I am come; for your final flirt " ,
But added : " You don't seem smitten ".
Says I : " Well; not in my wildest whim
Did I picture you looking like this ,
I'd been told that you were a reaper grim
And behold; a saucy miss ".
" Ah; many a one is like yourself
Surprised by my winning smile ,
I have jokes and jests like a playful elf
And I know the way to beguile ".
" But; please just pass me by with a nod
I've poems and plays unwritten ,
There are footpaths I have never trod
As you say; I'm not much smitten ".
" Oh hush my darling; and don't repine ",
And she gave a gracious prance ,
Then she twined her fingers into mine
And whispered : " Shall we dance ? "