The Devil's Cousin Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

In case you people do not know
don't say I did not tell you so.
The devil has a nasty cousin
who fathered, by himself, a dozen
mean-spirited and scrawny boys
who did not play, when young, with toys
but with the parts of the deceased.

Took after the revolting beast
and, having individual traits
they never shared with brothers, mates
but specialised in the disposal
of body parts from Nile to Mosel.

The oldest one, by name of 'Miftly'
disposed of bodies rather swiftly.
The youngest called 'Ebola Finger'
he loved to see them slowly linger.
'Bang' was the one for accidents,
he loved explosions, had no sense.

A bloated one, by name of 'Browning'
enjoyed the sight of people drowning.
'Death' was the last name of them all
and Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
was busy season on the globe.

Each one would float down in black robe
and execute the mode of dying,
oblivious to humans crying.
The sad part of it is that chance
would allocate a different dance,
at random to the dying geezers
whenever any of those tweezers
was on location they'd decide
exactly how their final ride
would be conducted, quick or slow.

That's how we die. And now you know.