A True Story

This happened yesterday on the 24th of September, 2008,at around 9.05 p.m.


Twas a chilly, starless autumn night,
Not a stirring person was in sight,
When, out of the corner of my little eye,
The strangest, most curious sight did I spy,
A procession of five, all walking in line,
It seemed as though their hands and feet were in a bind,
And at the head of the parade, pulling the thread,
The Grim Reaper himself, resplendent in red,
Brooding and hooded, scythe slicing by his side,
He led the captives along for a ride,
I thought to myself, "This must be a joke!"
It seemed so unreal, it must be a hoax,
For everyone knows, even the plainest old Jack,
That grim never ever wears anything but black!

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