A little humour please, he said, as he stood on his knees
Don’t chop my head off just yet
Something funny and light, perhaps lacking insight
Nothing dark or morbid or full of satire
Four more sticks were added to the fire
Before you begin, let me propose a toast
Time’s a-wasting, shall I start to roast?
Oh dear, he cried, but his cry was unheard
Almost dream like, this seemed plenty absurd
Pain unfeeling, his skin began peeling
He looked up at the sky
The smoke filled the air as the clouds were burning
Third grade, he said, while honing his blade, was all about learning
He agreed and sighed, as a corpse he lied
Poignant verse amiss, ignorance is bliss, and the words did ring
‘Pain is temporary, experience is everything.’
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