Pose

Striking a pose

We'll stock up books
and wine and pie
then stop the clocks
and never die.

We'll nail the windows
brick up the door
and live on a mattress
on the floor.

If death still comes
we'll strike a pose
and hold our breath
until he goes.

Kevin Ireland

Although a Kiwi poet this poem works really well with a broad Yorkshire accent.

Listening to:
The legendary " lost " album

Watching:
Outrageous Fortune