This Is One Of My Favorite Poems . . .

Danse Macabre

by

Ian Emberson

Death came to me in a mini skirt

As skittish as a kitten,

And said,"I am come - for your final flirt,"

But added, "You don't seem smitten."

Says I, "Well - not in my wildest whim

Did I picture you looking like this,

I'd been told that you were a reaper grim

And behold - a saucy miss."

"Ah - many a one is like yourself

Surprised by my winning smile,

I have jokes and jests like a playful elf

And I know the way to beguile."

"But - please just pass me by with a nod

I've poems and plays unwritten,

There are footpaths I have never trod

As you say - I'm not much smitten."

Oh hush my darling - and don't repine,"

And she gave a gracious prance,

Then she twisted her fingers into mine

And whispered, "Shall we dance?"