DISAPPOINTMENT
They found her body, fork in hand,
Beneath the window sill.
She'd said they didn't understand
That she'd been feeling ill.
And afterwards, there was much talk;
Who'd get the spoon? and who, a fork?
Alas, her friends are grieving still.
For Sally never left a Will.
(With thanks to Tess at Magipe Tales for the picture)
A fine story, very cleverly told...
ReplyDeleteThank you, kind sir!
DeleteThat's what happens when you mess with Uri Geller tricks. The picture looks much more sinister than your light-hearted ditty.
ReplyDeleteI agree. The picture is seriously weird!
DeleteIs that a Francesca Woodman photo?
ReplyDeleteAnd very Gorey-ish poem!
Hmmm. I'll have to get back to you on that one...
DeleteYou gave us a fine twist at the end ...
ReplyDeleteOh this hits home...Sadly it is all about who gets the "stuff" in the end.
ReplyDeleteSad, but true, Susie.
DeleteA lesson for us all - make a will.
ReplyDeleteI have!
DeleteWell told!
ReplyDeleteThere is certainly no "Disappointment" in the quality of this sad tale, Francis. You are so clever! Thank you for forking over so willingly, this little rhyme. =D
ReplyDeleteVery clever, Linda!
DeleteHehehe! Nice one - again! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jinksy!
DeleteHow to share
ReplyDeletethe flatware?
Oh, dear.
Oh dear indeed!
DeleteI want the silver spoon....lol :-)
ReplyDeleteCarrie, it's yours!
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