Spirit of death came to me,
I offered him a seat and a cup of tea,
He took more biscuits than I liked,
So I sent him away and said on yer bike,
He knocked again and I invited him in,
He showed me some biscuits as a peace offering,
So we drank and he gave me a reprieve,
Then gave me a hug to say goodbye and leave,
I have not seen him for a while,
But the memory of our tea party makes me smile,
If spirit of death knocks again,
It will be tea and biscuits with an old friend,
Nothing to fear when the end is near,
Unless you have no biscuits.

why did you offer him a seat in the first place you knew what you were doing

god i wish i was a poet like you

Your sarcasm is not lost on me sir.I am a black adder fan. Some say it is the lowest form of wit,but it is much better than no wit at all. I love you darling. Peace Stevie Weevie