I
Was there on a visit.
Helen, was in the bedroom
Gordon, was sitting in his swivel chair.
They were like grandparents to me.
Their lounge was decorated in the style
Of Charles R. Macintosh.
Helen came into the lounge and told
Gordon off about leaving a glass by
Their bedside...it was musty.
I laughed to myself
They were, though wise, a typical couple
And
I enjoyed their company
Very much.

I began to cry.
Helen came to me and asked,  ' What's wrong, son?'
'I am happy to see you both!' I replied.
'Then, why cry? said Helen.
......' Because... You're both dead!'
Helen, and Gordon, looked at each other
Puzzled...I woke up.