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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2277302
Too Late for Writer's Cramp

Sam Adams and his wife Maria Lee
Were on a special mission
To go and say hello
To their great Uncle and Aunt.
Who were near death’s door.

Hoping that their mission of mercy
Would lead to their Great Uncle
Remembering them in their will
As they were only remaining kin.

They caught a late flight
Out of San Francisco
Heading to Yakima, Washington.

They brought with them
a bowl of hard candies,
As they had remembered
From their last trip
Ten years before
They liked eating
A bowl of hard candies.

They got there
And found too many cats
Running about the rundown
Family farm.

They felt perhaps,
They had gotten there too late.
Found their Great Uncle and Great Aunt
On the front porch.

They greeted them
Took the bowl of hard candies,
And went back to work,
Trying to open the
impenetrable lockbox
Where they kept their will.

The laughed
Smiled and dropped dead!
With the will stuck
In the impenetrable lockbox.


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