I was walking with Death one day,
He said that he had troubles,
"I want to find a love some day"
and I laughed as I tried to reply.
"Your Death, your immortal, and taker of life,
What have you got to give?"
"I have a steady job and income, and plenty of time for a wife,
I get lonely from time to time you know?" I nodded and just smiled.
"You have a sense of humour I'll give you that,
And strategy is really your thing,
Are you sure you wouldnt prefer a cat?
It has nine lives you know!"
Death gave me a sideways glance,
And saw my cheeky smile,
"You know where you can shove your stupid lance?!"
he chuckled as he replied.
"My friend" I said "I'll help you out,
It's the least that I can do,
Plus I'm sick and tired of that stupid pout,
So lets get going shall we.
And so we set off brothers in arms,
Searching for that one true love,
We searched high and low, every city and farm,
But still not a thing we found.
After a while death stood still, turned to me and said,
"I give up, there isnt one for me,
Lets get me a bloody cat instead,
I think I'll name him Bill." As he picked up a siamese.
And last I heard the cat was well,
Lives lost only numbering three,
But Death I'm sad to tell,
No longer will go walking with me.
He said that he had troubles,
"I want to find a love some day"
and I laughed as I tried to reply.
"Your Death, your immortal, and taker of life,
What have you got to give?"
"I have a steady job and income, and plenty of time for a wife,
I get lonely from time to time you know?" I nodded and just smiled.
"You have a sense of humour I'll give you that,
And strategy is really your thing,
Are you sure you wouldnt prefer a cat?
It has nine lives you know!"
Death gave me a sideways glance,
And saw my cheeky smile,
"You know where you can shove your stupid lance?!"
he chuckled as he replied.
"My friend" I said "I'll help you out,
It's the least that I can do,
Plus I'm sick and tired of that stupid pout,
So lets get going shall we.
And so we set off brothers in arms,
Searching for that one true love,
We searched high and low, every city and farm,
But still not a thing we found.
After a while death stood still, turned to me and said,
"I give up, there isnt one for me,
Lets get me a bloody cat instead,
I think I'll name him Bill." As he picked up a siamese.
And last I heard the cat was well,
Lives lost only numbering three,
But Death I'm sad to tell,
No longer will go walking with me.
Author notes
Rhyming varies i know, but i think it helps it flow. any suggestions or comments are more than welcome.
Comments
1 - 13 of 13
-
Interesting, very story-like, a fun one to read!
-
wow....again...wow...That was...wow...
(Speechless)....
-
This was surprisingly uplifting, besides I really like cats and everyone even Death, deserves a good *****, oops don't think that is appropriate. But you can use your imagination. I was kind of down and this put me in a better mood so Thanks.


-
haha Michael this was hilarious, sorry I've not been around more lately, the baby is getting bigger and Papi is going nuts trying to raise her, a good kind of nuts not a bad I promise. This poem was absolutely hilarious I was laughing so hard when I was done and Alexa(my little 4 month old) was making her giggly sound as I read it to her so it's got a double set of thumbs up! Well done mate, keep em coming and work hard on finding the ryhme flow in this poem and it will be even more funny


-
BTW
I used to have a cat called Bill. He was a yellow coward who ate all the local wildlife smaller than him and shat all over the grass. When he rubbed his nose on me I came up in hives. He was a shit of a cat and the devil deserves him. Hope you are ok with my awful comments!! xx -
Walking with Death
Is very very silly. But I had to laugh - hope he gets the reincarnation of my cat (deceased) who bit me daily and drank all the water on my bedside table with her poison cat lips!!! Still love her, the bitch!! So, di he (Death) manage to kill the cat ever? I doubt it very much. This is good. Yes, you could tidy it up and mess around with it but the idea is wonderful. High five claws.....
-
Oh my this is AWESOME! i like the imagery I get here. I love the last line too! It is great and entertaining as well.
"And last I heard the cat was well,
Lives lost only numbering three,
But Death I'm sad to tell,
No longer will go walking with me."
Great!

-
Lol. This is so funny. =] It would make anyone laugh. It's so original and I like that. Keep It Up! Im glad I read this poem. The rhyming does vary and it does help it flow. I usually like readin poems like this! Great Job!!!


-
I like this; it's amusing. Why did death stop walking with you?
-
-
I guess the reason death wont walk with me anymore is coz i failed to find a love for death. one of the scariest and saddest things for me is the thought of dying alone but in deaths case he will live for ever alone which is worse in my mind, another possible reason is death has had enough of me mocking him which again mirrors me coz im really not afraid of dying just the means in which i will die. ultimately theres no definitive answer, the truth is it was an easy way to end the poem i was struggling to finish it, otherwise i'd probably be writing a 50th verse by now lol. but im glad you liked it.
-
-
I really enjoyed that, it made me giggle, but it is sad that death no longer walks with you. However i think this is very nicely written and the rhyme is a lovely touch. Over all I really enojoed your poem.
V-Jesse -
-
thanx for the comment glad you enjoyed it and glad to know the rhyming isnt to messed up.
-
-
this was a really good poem you did a great job keep the great work up

brookeann
1 - 13 of 13











