DEATHTINY

I dug this up out of a collection of my verses I started compiling a year or so ago.  It was brought to mind by a recent post of Kate Shrewsday.

Death is a bony tailor,
And be you mean or proud,
Or a success or failure,
He’ll fit you for a shroud.

 Whenever Death may come to call
He never is bespoke –
One sighs at his, ‘ONE SCYTHE FITS ALL!’
(That is a cutting joke!)

 So therefore one deduces
He lisps in what he says
Conclusion that produces:
His real name is DES?

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