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Easily Cheating Death
There once was a man, with many wiles,
who walked and walked, a thousand miles.
He walked 'til he was sore,
to death's rotting door,
until he made, an interesting revelation.
He wasn't ready for death,
so out his sword sheath,
he drew a small dagger,
and than began to stagger.
He was going to fight death,
with nothing, but a small blade,
but there's really nothing to lose,
his life was already made.
So he came upon death's throne,
and what have you known?
For death, was but a mouse,
without so much as a spouse.
Still, of respect,
that man bowed down,
even though, in retrospect
he did it, with a frown.
He asked for a favor,
the mouse said "what's that?",
he said he wanted life,
the mouse said 'BEGONE GNAT!"
So in a rage,
the man lunged forward,
the move was sage,
for the mouse was a drunkard.
The knife sunk deep,
and the man began to walk,
back to life's steep,
about this incident, he didn't talk.
who walked and walked, a thousand miles.
He walked 'til he was sore,
to death's rotting door,
until he made, an interesting revelation.
He wasn't ready for death,
so out his sword sheath,
he drew a small dagger,
and than began to stagger.
He was going to fight death,
with nothing, but a small blade,
but there's really nothing to lose,
his life was already made.
So he came upon death's throne,
and what have you known?
For death, was but a mouse,
without so much as a spouse.
Still, of respect,
that man bowed down,
even though, in retrospect
he did it, with a frown.
He asked for a favor,
the mouse said "what's that?",
he said he wanted life,
the mouse said 'BEGONE GNAT!"
So in a rage,
the man lunged forward,
the move was sage,
for the mouse was a drunkard.
The knife sunk deep,
and the man began to walk,
back to life's steep,
about this incident, he didn't talk.
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