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If I Should Die Tonight
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Benjamin Franklin King


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  If I should die to-night 
And you should come to my cold corpse and say, 
Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay-- 
 If I should die to-night, 
And you should come in deepest grief and woe-- 
And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe," 
 I might arise in my large white cravat 
|And say, "What's that?" 
 

  If I should die to-night
And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,
Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,
  I say, if I should die to-night
And you should come to me, and there and then
Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten,
  I might arise the while,
  But I'd drop dead again.

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Benjamin Franklin King (1857 - 1894) was born in St. Joseph, Michigan, and first garnered fame as a sort of American Mozart. A child prodigy who delighted audiences with his prowess at the piano, Benjamin eventually applied his talent for humor and satire to writing poetry. His work was frequently published in leading newspapers and journals of his day, and after his death, which occurred while he was on a reading tour, the Chicago Press Club put together a collection of his poems and had it published. The book was a bestseller for many years.

 


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rcstewart3:
Now THAT's just plain fun!!
Posted 04/08/2012 05:12 PM
stocktonryan:
Awesome. I love a good parody. Thanks for posting the original as well!
Posted 04/06/2012 08:50 AM


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