Two CEOs Meet at Local Wakes
Did smoking kill her? he whispered.
Marlboro's by the carton, she whispered,
She was a chimney, baby-sitting her grand-kids.
Did obesity do him in? he whispered.
Micky D, Jimmy D, and Paula D,
seven days a week, she whispered.
He called himself a junk-food junkie.
Did cancer do him in? he whispered.
Farmed his orchards and fields with EPA approved
pesticides and herbicides, she whispered.
He was known for his pressed apple cider.
Was it Type II diabetes? he whispered.
Addicted to white flour, white sugar, white bread,
and white rice, she whispered.
She loved to bake pies for church bazaars.
Did her back pain make her do it? he whispered.
Pain killers prescribed by the drawer-full, she whispered.
She used to be a high school and college athlete.
I'm tired of wakes, he whispered.
Me too, she whispered. After this, let's go out for a spinach salad?
OK, he whispered.
E coli outbreak.
They liked to eat healthy.