This is a poem inspired by the phrase, "tickled to death".
The grave-digger grows fat off my family;
Took my folks and dog but hasn't got me
How they died is a long list I'll show you
Just to prove my story is true
My mom climbed the Grand Canyon
Unfortunantly she fell off of it
My dad was a hard worker and never stopped to breath
And loss of air can't get fixed by a first aid kit
Grandma was a bad driver
She got crashed into a car
Grandpa was a golfer
That nasty four par
Nana loved animals
She got killed by feeding a squirrel
Papa needed a gift for nana
He got murdered by a clam for that pearl
My uncles were in a jazz band; Uncle Bob and Uncle Joe
They ran out of breath playing the oboe
I had a very playful Aunt Beth
She got tickled to death
Aunt Sal rode a horse
Nasty ride!
And me, I'm way too sad
So I'm thinking suicide
copyright March 24, 2010 maegardens
