So I was going through my old writing projects from 15+ years ago and while I am busy packing I decided to dust off a piece from my past for sharing:

Twas a late night and my mind would wander in flight,
I began to slowly drift,
My mind was sinking in a rift,

Then I was awakened by a clack,
Could it be the neighbors' boy,
Trying to score some crack,
But once again a clack,
Pitter, pat, clack, clack,
So I stood in my flat,
I would have no sleep with that Pitter and Pat,

I went to the door,
Stifling back a snore,
Then the door opened,
The sight I had to apore,

It was death at my door,
Black and evil for sure,
This menace pointed at me and I knew what for,

For today was my time,
But this isn't the end of my rhyme,

"Would you like a cup of tea?"
I said slyly.

Death could not ignore,
For killing was such a chore,
Tonight a cup of tea
Sounded quite nicely,

So we sat and talked sipping tea,
Here I was, death and me sipping tea,

But then it was my time,
How will you do it? I asked,

Then death passed out on my floor,

"Ha!" I laughed,
What a bore,
It only took five cups of Vodka and Tea
To make death pass out on my floor.



I know what you are thinking...  Why did I not going into writing professionally?

-TheHusBlog