Ode To Morty

[Sparky Kronkite]

I'm the immortal mortician - with a fresh young cadaver
Eyes bulging way out of my head
I got this big knife - in my black rubber glove
And I'm the master of all that is dead
So, heart attack or disease - or a drug overdose?
And accident that takes you away
A victim of crime - it all sounds to me fine
It gives me joy when I get to play
Now up on the gurney - and lie really still
As I unzip your gray body bag
You'll pardon me please - if I don't turn my head
Or make any motion to gag
Yes I find joy in my work - as did my father before
And so will my young son named Mort
I'm the immortal mortician - and my life isn't fiction
With my son as my living consort
With my son as my living consort
Go get'em Morty

 

[Deborah]

Would somebody tell me again please where you can purchase one of those cyber condoms?

 

[Bonnie Wee Lassie]

I don't know but can you get me one too?

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Orally minded too -

Dentle dams too. I here plastic wrap works well.

 

[CreamyLady]

Oddly enough, I rather liked this one.

It made me think a little of the Undertaker in the Heroes in Hell series.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Thank you -

Got the idea from a Washington Post peice a few years back.