This submission contains potentially triggering topics: Death

In the sink

She lost her penny

She sat to think

While holding a drink.

Unhappily she grumbled,

“My penny!”

And crumbled,

So forlorn about the money fumbled.

She sat herself up,

And donned on some gloves,

Pouring some drain cleaner into a cup.

But alas, she found herself with hiccups.

She reached for her brandy,

To wash them away,

Swigging so blandly

Only to choke on and say-

“This isn’t my cup,

Oh my, I’m doomed!”

And thats how my poor aunt Krupp

Went belly-up.