THE DISTINGUISHED GUEST

No expense was spared
He was given the red carpet treatment
He was welcomed cordially
He was greeted at the door
A limo was sent to receive him
All reporters were forbidden from seeing him
There in the hall a great banquet was laid
He was the guest of honour
And the beds were made
Everyone was in their finest
And the feast began
Then at the end of it the guest raised his hand
And at once there was silence
And everyone stared at that hand
Yes they stared at that bony white hand
For they knew it meant that the time had come for our guest
To do his bidding and then leave
So with a squeak of the chair
Death rose from the table and stood like a nightmare
Then he strode over to his host
And with a look of regret
He raised his scythe and smote him dead
In the hushed silence of the hall he turned to go
But pausing at the door he gazed at the rest of the guests
And with what could've been a smile he said:
"Thanks for the feast, it was the best I ever did eat".

Copyright by Kavita Nandlal