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Click hereWhen they die,
Cows go to a butcher shop.
Elephants go to the elephant graveyard.
Pets go to the pet cemetary.
Apples go to pies.
Oak trees go to a sawmill.
Tomato plants go to the compost pile.
Automobiles go to the junk yard.
Electronics go to a landfill.
Toys go to the bottom of the toy box.
Furniture goes to Goodwill.
Clothes to to the Salvation Army.
Rock bands go to Rock 'n Roll heaven (maybe).
Where do I go?
i loved the quirky humor of this poem. yet, in the final line, why do i get the feeling you are dead serious? the cows and apples are my favorites.
I love that first comment!!!!, Well the poem, it would work, if everything was rhymed except the last line.
I enjoyed this piece. Inserting more personal touch (in addition to the humor) might have been an added value to your poem. Thanks.
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