The letter said “Just a quick note,
It seems you drowned, you silly goat!
You drowned; your body floating round,
your bloated carcass, a farting sound
of noxious gas escaped from you;
the ‘stench of death’ so they all knew
that you were dead and very rotten.
They left you then, you’re best forgotten”
So that’s it, it’s true, I must be dead,
I need to get this through my head!
I woke this morning alive and well
And then the chimes of my doorbell.
A note pushed through the crack below,
The authors name I do not know,
Informing me that my life’s done;
No more life and no more fun!
Bit much to hear before breaking fast,
you’ve up and croaked; breathed your last!
Maybe that’s it, it was just a dream?
Do the dead like coffee with fresh cream?
Doin’ Stuff stuff