She was drowning
In her bed
Her head went under
And she said,
"What lovely wallpaper,
Will she visit, do ya think
When I dwell down in the drink
And feed the Fish instead of pigeons?"
And she died the final thousandth time.
(The first time hurt the worst,
But the final and thousandth held the
Comfort and nothing she came so to long for.
Never has to ask for more