Fred's Last Wish

There was a voice echoing in my brainy head,

Turned out it was actually, my dead pet guppy, Fred,

He told me he had just one wish,

That I would never eat a fish,

So all my cans of tuna went to my bulldog, Zed.

ONWARD DEATH DIMENSION

In the end there is no end, just a silent tuning fork,

Like a wine bottle once opened up, you can't appease with cork,

So, oft we go,

We loose all we know,

Of tensions, time and tork.

I only wish that I could have,

More cheese and bacon pork,