A poke from beyond the grave

                    A poke from beyond the grave:

Who removes my Facebook profile if and when I die?

When it asks what am I doing now do you think I should reply?

From beyond the grave I’ll send a poke, flowers, gift and hug,

I’ll throw a sheep; I’ll send you sweets, to my ‘friends’ with all my love.

Where am I now? The signal's bad, I can’t seem to connect,

I suppose this realm is far from you and that I should respect.

I’ve tagged Monroe and Shakespeare, Darwin, Freud and Jung,

Went down the pub from the other side, been having a lot of fun.

But so I must log off now, good to see you're ok,

I’ll wait up here for you to join; we’ll have to catch up some day!


Claire King