Duplexes Of The Dead

I went on down unto the duplexes of the dead,

Where the shades are drawn and the shadows shut-

Unless you know the magic word

(Seldom said but often heard, bite your lip!)

Then spin around three times

On our honeymoon

My husband sat still

With a look in his eyes and a pen in his left hand

He wrote on the varnish the magic word

(Seldom seen and never heard)

He shushed me then slumped backwards dead asleep

I went grumpy sitting in the sun by the umbrella stand,

Making every single unreasonable demand

I covered my head and went to the office pool,

dipped in reverent a re-soled mule

and asked the chlorine fumes if there was something they

wanted to bring up