that his time to die was coming next May.
Peter then spent every cent that he had,
Parties, carousing, and drinking like mad.
The days until May were growing quite slim,
But Peter decided death would not find him.
So he shaved all the hair from the top of his head,
And into a dimly lit theater, he fled.
Death walked around calling his name,
Angry at Peter for playing this game.
Finally concluding he needed a break,
Death decided a movie he’d take.
After some popcorn and one matinee,
Death looked at his watch and called it a day.
Returning with no one would be very grim,
So he took up the bald man sitting beside him.