"Though Meg's dead," said Reverend Reeve, "We christians, Art, like to believe, That body is gone, But spirit lives on, To give you advice, don't then grieve. She'll watch over you, always, so Feel comfort, wherever you go. She'll always be there To answer a prayer." But Arthur cried: "Please, heaven, no! "She never in life gave me head; I thus took my chance now she's dead, Laid out in her coffin To give a mouth boffin'. She'll come down and haunt me, I dread." The vicar said: "Hope for the best, I know of these things and attest, I've ne'er met a spook, In my time, though I've took Such pleasures in chapels of rest."
Tuesday, January 13, 2004