Rejected
When Dr. Charles O'Donnell died
They sank a box with him inside.
The plate with his initials three
Was simply graven-'C.O.D.'
That night two demons of the Pit
Adown the coal-hole shunted it.
Ten million million leagues it fell,
Alighting at the gate of Hell.
Nick looked upon it with surprise,
A night-storm darkening his eyes.
'They've sent this rubbish, C.O.D.
I'll never pay a cent!' said he.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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