Humorous Poem by Simon Pocklington
I was called to pronounce life extinct on a poet Could it be that in revolt at being badly written his poems had finally ganged up on him. And one night whilst he slept smothered him like spoilt children plotting to dispose of a parent to inherit freedom. But in this case his poems unpublished would die with him.
Inspired by a comment made to me by a police doctor.
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