Nick Jordan. (Wimbledon)
The Grim(ish) Reaper!
Throughout your life I'll keep tapping you on the shoulder,
I'll either get you when you're young
Or I'll get you when you're older,
For I am death
And you're supposed to fear me,
But I'll let you into a little secret,
(My bark is louder than my bite) if you come near me.
Cos once I've bitten and the lights go out,
There's no turning back and you won't feel nowt!
So don't be afraid when your life is finished,
You'll be cool as a cucumber with your fears diminished,
You won't feel hot and you won't feel cold,
In fact you won't feel anything if truth be told!
You'll be free of pressure and free of strife,
So just try and enjoy the after life!
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