When one spouse dies
there’s a brief window of opportunity
for an interested suitor
who wants to make their move
which comes in the twenty-four hours after the body is in the ground
but before any maggots hatch and mess up the best bits.
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A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself 
smiles…
Oh god!! 😆
Really haunting poem Ed, really like it!
Disgusting…and yet, still made me laugh.
Aaaah no that’s so grim and hilarious!
Lovely. ::smiles::
Don’t forget to email me back btw! ^-^
haha for sure! Sorry, I’ve had a busy week. It’s on my list of things!!!!!!!
I understand!
I’m so behind on some projects that I don’t even know where to start. X]
No worries! Just checking in!
Laughed out loud! Keep them coming 🙂
You are so naughtily irreverent! Sadly, this is often true, lol.
awkward line at the crematorium explained. 😐
Disturbing… Yet hilarious. Well done.
It’s straight out of Shakespeare’s Richard III – but a lot more concise! Congrats!
Love this. So true
Well, didn’t that take an unexpected turn for the macabre?
Sick puppy ! LOL !
Brilliant! No-one expects a sudden swerve towards necrophilia these days…
I might be messed up but I’m lmao
Lol! Loved it!
Oh wow, I didn’t see that twist coming! Thank you, your poems bring pleasure and laughter, food for thought and occasionally, a good cringe!
Now you’ve got me wondering ‘where’ this came from. Given the nature of death and the bardos. Thought provoking, for sure!
Necrophilia…Hmmm, yummy for some…
the worms can really spice up the night if you let them
Wonderful ( x u x
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