Death Can’t Grow a Mustache

Poetry

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~after P. G. Wodehouse

You can’t rattle Death.
He’s not that sort of chap.
Death is the eternal optimist,
never worried if he will earn
credit or commission.
Death is an expert ornithologist,
but in his heart he’s an artist
who prefers his practical jokes
to come before his breakfast.
Death would rather die
than see you adorned
in the audacity of chartreuse.
He’d rather you…