Reaper

I heard you, Death,

come by today.

I kindly asked you,

go away. 

We need your services no longer,
for our weak
have grown much stronger.

Yes! I stated
she can walk
she can laugh
and she can talk.

Sir, I know that who we adore
once was frail
but nevermore.

We took her here,
we cared quite nice!
So please sir, leave
I will not ask twice.

Fooling you?
Well Sir, I never!
You will find I have not grown that clever.

Those other folk,
They've told you of lore!
Not be jested by them,
I'll see you to the door.