Life After Death

Russian men like to drink at parties,

But it’s not always good for their heart-ies,

One man was presumed dead,

The drink wasn’t good for his head,

Neither was it good for his hearty,

He was taken away from the party,

To a morgue where he could chill,

Next to the dead who had also had their fill –

Of vodka that night,

It was a busy one and what a sight,

With the dead across the floors,

As well as behind their fridge doors,

But the staff could not prepare,

For a supernatural scare,

When the man in question came to,

Surrounded by his mates so dead and blue,

And staggered back to the party,

To drink more vodka for that strong hearty.

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