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.
