In the world of pronouncing

In the world of pronouncing

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I now pronounce you
man and wife
you can now
kiss the law.

Furthermore,
sometime down the track
I will pronounce you dead
and you will pay
a death tax,
and I hope
I can pronounce
your name right
because you will be
charged for the certificate.

Where would you like
the bill to be forwarded?
Oh yes! Send it to God, care of Heaven, Heaven’s gate.
Okay ! Jolly good!
I now pronounce you
to get on with life
before I tax
the air
that you breathe.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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you just gave me an idea for saving money - perhaps the pronouncement of marriage and death could be done simultaneously or why wait - collect all at time of birth certificate - mothers could start charging rent in the womb. it has long since gotten expensive to die. i wonder if god pays estate taxes or past due credit card bills ... :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Pete

1 Year Ago

opa ... :)
andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

That’s the one! They are into flying saucers!
Pete

1 Year Ago

... and ouzo ... :)
I can imagine sitting in a waiting room to see our number come up on a screen for us to enter the pearly gates. Now, after reading your poem I'm wondering if I should look for my tax advisor after passing the guy at the gate who takes my ticket. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

You never know there could be a housing crisis up there and they are all playing musical chairs. Tha.. read more
i am reminded of the Hollies' song "the air that i breathe"

death and taxes....that is what we can be sure of.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your words J. Yes death and taxes!

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Added on February 28, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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