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We had a really fat bird in the morgue last week; We had to put two tables together Just to accommodate her bloated mass And the funeral director said She'd need a specially reinforced coffin And a flatbed truck instead of a hearse. By the way, I think I should debunk That legend about fat chicks appreciating it more; She just lay there, like all of the others, No sign of gratitude what-so-fucking-ever.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
Fun At The Morgue
We had a really fat bird in the morgue last week; We had to put two tables together Just to accommodate her bloated mass And the funeral director said She'd need a specially reinforced coffin And a flatbed truck instead of a hearse. By the way, I think I should debunk That legend about fat chicks appreciating it more; She just lay there, like all of the others, No sign of gratitude what-so-fucking-ever.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
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