I cut myself shaving
and ended up dead,
an unfortunate slip
cut off my head.
No time to worry –
no need to be brave,
Who knew it would end,
as I stood there to shave.
At my funeral friends gathered
some giggled, I’m told –
“He had a good life,
he was already old.”
Closed coffin it was,
as some thought it weird –
that half of my face
still had a beard.
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