A/N: A little humor. Reviews?

I was going to pay Death a little call

As I walked down his dusty old abode,

But then I saw my proud buddy up ahead

Stop for the little lady, and off they rode.

I saw the gentleman give a grave smile then,

Thinking, I'm sure, she should have died hereafter

And allowed him rest from slavery to men

And quit Immortality as his master.

Everything I saw that day I wrote down, to

Eleven syllables of recorded lines.

The one called "Mighty and Dreadful" then subdued

The lady and ran from the Carriage confines.

Death always thought himself quite a funny friend

To most poets he didn't mean to offend.