Buried in a Thong
She found a place a cozy place
A place that she can rest
She’s dead and gone without a trace
They buried her undressed
She found her place, a cozy spot
A lovely shade tree graveyard plot
She found her place
She found her place
She never should have smoked that pot
When all the spooks come out at night
Amera’s with them too
They rattle chains and cause a fright
Amera just says “boo”
She’s sad at times it’s not much fun
Her coffin’s only built for one
She’s sad at times
She’s sad at times
But she will never be outdone
She drifts about this hussy ghost
A dead girl in a thong
She looks for men she likes the most
And chants a spooky song
Still writes poems of men proposing
Death to her was not a closing
Still writes poems
Still writes poems
So we say she’s decomposing
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and love
You have a way with worlds.
Very funny. It was even better because you wrote it in rhyme. 
