COMEDY Poem: Irony: A Tale of Death, by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

eath came calling
For an elderly man.

Knocking three times
With cold boney hand.

Enfeebled old Laurence
Answered the door.

Lacking surprise
For guest he abhorred.

“I’m sure by now
You know who I am.”

“Of course I do
I’m a dying old man.”

This quixotic answer
caught Death by surprise.

Such folie and hubris
It saw in his eyes.

So Death did decide
A joke it would play.

For Grim Reaper’s humor
would be on display.

A peanut butter cookie
did suddenly appear.

But to mortal’s eye
Suspicion drew near.

With cynical distrust
Filling his guts.

Laurence replied
“I’m allergic to nuts.”

Without hesitation
It responded in breath.

“Of course… I know;
that’s why I’m called death.”