Took the telegram
from the telegram boy.
He looked like an angel.
"STOP! "(stop) it said.
It was from Death.
"Ahhhhh man..! " I said.
"I haven't got time to die! "
I sent a telegram back
quick as a flash.,
" NO STOP! "(stop) .
I deleted Death
from my facebook friends.
Death sulked.
Hotfooted it to God..
"Tell himmmm! " Death boo hoo hoo'd.
God called me up.
But I ooops dropped
my mobile down the loo.
Flushed it away.
I hid my soul
behind an ormolu clock
that hadn't told the right time
for a long time now.
I stuck it to the back
with well masticated chewing gum.
Wrigleys.
The Devil I knew
invited me to tea.
"Is it hot in here or
...is it me"
My life struggled like a fly
stuck on flypaper.
"Shall I be mother? "
"One lump or two"
the Devil inquired politely.
"No. No sugar
thank you! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem