Coffins For Two

A sort of love poem...

Coffins for two

T’was the proprietor,

          Who had the idea

At this very morose,

          And bleak time of year

To give them some hope,

And comfort their end,

For at least when they die,

                They’ll be with their best friend,

A lovers’ cemetery,

                Coffins for two;

To rest for eternity,

                Your lover and you;

The police were swamped,

                The mortician in trouble,

Who would have thought,

                The suicide rate could double;

He’d underestimated,

                Their need for love;

Till he found a couple naked,

                With their toaster in the tub.

Reviews

[Sophie Marie Chavez]

In its own way its quiet beautiful, the way the words are formed is in a unique was, a bit morbid, but nonetheless, I like it.