08-03-2021, 09:59 PM
Fate be not Lean Today
Death, in uniform, with scythe and sickle
waits upon us, breathless– what a pickle,
should we feast on fudge or butter brickle!
(Maybe not, my friends, for fat is fickle.)
Death, in uniform, with scythe and sickle
waits upon us, breathless– what a pickle,
should we feast on fudge or butter brickle!
(Maybe not, my friends, for fat is fickle.)
Non-practicing atheist