On the Gurney

        

On the Gurney

 

Now you'd think a man about to die

Would have a better thought.

A prayer, a plea, a passage

From scripture I'd been taught.

 

A time of quiet solitude

A time of fear at least

While three grave doctors view a chart

Seek to save me from the Beast.

 

While Reaper stands before me

And whispers I must depart.

The only thought I'm thinking

Is how bad I gotta fart!

Reviews

[Ellen Hammond]

I love this! It starts off a bit solemn and that makes the twist at the end even funnier. This is so well penned and it lifted my spirits for the day. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.

[cest la vie]

Oh-My-God!! I love this. I am still laughing my a** off. Not only did you write this so well, it is very funny. Kudos!!

[Lizanne]

The comedy of errors on a gurney! You truly put a twist on this sad tale of illness. So solemn and heart tugging, quietly leads to an explosive ending. Wonderfully funny write.