Blue Lips

By Siddhi Pal

Come here, listen close mate, I'll tell you about my fate. 

How I ended up in a casket! 

While I was returning with a wooden basket! 

I was returning from the chapel, When I turned to fetch an apple. The apple was juicy red and ripe, I quickly found my hype! 

The apple hung high on the tree, But my eyes twinkled with glee! The tree was at the end of a cliff, 

I didn't stand stiff. 

I quickly climbed up, Down came a hiccup! I lost control and fell, Didn't open my eyes in hell! Because I was religious, People didn't make a fuss! Said that it was God's will, But my life went downhill! 

I was buried six feet under the ground, Never again alive found! 

My skin dried up and wrinkled, 

Stars up there twinkled. 

Eyes are hollow, 

My skin has no glow! 

Lips are blue, 

No more lovely too. 

My limbs and flesh have decayed already, 

My mind is no more steady! 

I'm only left with my bones, 

I no more have my cell phone! I can't see the sun or the moon, Or the man who is called a goon! I don't have any family or friends, People say that- Her life came to an end! I can only see other ghouls at night, You won't believe but they give me a fright! I no more require oxygen to live, 

No more need to overcome my pet peeve. 

And with that my mate be careful, 

Or you may face an accident dreadful! If you don't want to end with blue lips, Follow all the precautionary tips! And now I sign off for the day, As in the casket I lay. 

By Siddhi Pal