A Guest

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A Guest

Death, are you well? I trust you have no cough

That’s painful or in any way annoying⁠—

No kidney trouble that may carry you off,

Nor heart disease to keep you from enjoying

Your meals⁠—and ours. ’Twere very sad indeed

To have to quit the busy life you lead.

You’ve been quite active lately for so old

A person, and not very strong-appearing.

I’m apprehensive, somehow, that my bold,

Bad brother gave you trouble in the spearing.

And my two friends⁠—I fear, sir, that you ran

Quite hard for them, especially the man.

I crave your pardon: ’twas no fault of mine;

If you are overworked I’m sorry, very.

Come in, old man, and have a glass of wine.

What shall it be⁠—madeira, port or sherry?

What! just a mug of blood? That’s funny grog

To ask a friend for, eh? Well, take it, hog!