My neighbour isn’t dead yet,
Despite protests to the contrary.
Must be a zombie smoking, then,
Out lounging on her balcony.
‘Not long for this world!’ she moans,
Too ill to work or clean.
Yet finds the strength to roll-her-own,
Her busy husband’s never seen.
To his remonstrations cries,
‘Doc told me not to quit!
The shock would kill me!’ His reply?
‘Well just get on with it.’
Erik Kaisson, 2018