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Morton Mallician

Poetry By: PoqimRN

A friendly neighborhood mortician gets a new part-time job.

Submitted:Feb 9, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Enter the home of Morton Mallician

Embalmer, director and friendly mortician

But the business is slow

When the census is low

So he works every night as a Children's Magician

Morton Mallician, a man of ambition

He set up his acts, the whole coalition

His doves and his gloves

His rabbits and hats

His scarvay and larvae

And nonsense like that

Enter the home of Timmy and Ted,

The stone-faced tots from Pepperstead.

As the hearse rolled by,

They gave a cry

That nearly wakes the dead!

Mallician never misses a beat

His acts are all timed, his animals neat.

A magician's secret, I must confide

The Bunny is full of formaldehyde.

They give him their hands

They jump and they cheer

For he seems to have made

Grandma Rose disappear!

You don't approve?

You shake your head?

You think this man is rotten?

There are hobbies worse than this,

At least he's not a ventriloquist!


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