Calavera De Don Diego

By casvellon

One morning Don Diego rose up from his bed
Convinced that the murmuring deep in his head
Though playful at first and absent of meaning
Held secrets of gravest import to his being

Certain of this he awayed to the pastor
Seeking help from his more spiritual master
But solid, these ghosts in his head had become
And friendly plasmatics he saw not a one

Twas noon when at least he arrived at the answer
Confused by the fumes of a great necromancer
Whose spirited minions laid waste to his soul
Disguised as his nephew-in-law, Don Raul

The cause of his witching was no cold-case mystery
The curse that had struck him was that of strong whiskey
That led the old drunkard upstairs to a window
And through the stained glass to the streets down below

Though honestly speaking he will not be missed
His tale serves as warning, the moral is this:
Though drunk and delirious, his visions revealed
Those ghosts, on the day of the dead, are quite real!

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Calavera De Don Diego

Created: Jan 13, 2010

Tags: humor, death, eulogy, poem, calavera

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