It didn’t take too long to realize
That I had begun to fantasize,
And I was forced to carefully apprise
The situation before my eyes.
My time had come, that much was certain.
I stupidly stared at the white curtain,
After my legs had stopped their dartin’
And my poor heart had ceased its hurtin’
The doctor, a diagram he traced
Of my heart: at me he boldly faced
And now declared, as my eyes gazed
At my demise. I was sorely fazed.
Later that day, I died, to my surprise.
Sad I was this good world to be partin’
The flowers still remain where they were placed.