THE LONGEST NIGHT

By
Peter the Poet � 2001

The longest night had to be
The night when Death came to visit me

He sat on the edge of my hospital bed
All dressed in black and his eyes were red

�I�ve come for you, as I�m sure you know
We�re all waiting for you down below.

So come on down we have lots of prizes
Red-hot pokers, they come in all sizes�

He cackled out loud with mirthless glee
I said �Hold on, you�re not taking me.�

I picked up the bedpan from the side of the bed
And brought it crashing down hard on his head

He moaned and groaned and screamed out loud
Then disappeared in a puffy red cloud

He re-appeared at the side of my bed
And once again I bashed his head

A piercing scream filled the air
As he did a back summersault over a chair

�I�ll be back with some friends and we�ll give you �what for!� �
He said as he dragged himself out of the door

I waited for hours but he never returned
And all through the night my fever burned

I awoke in the morning more alive than dead
And the doctor stood over me with a bandaged head