mc5 - A Sticky End

Which grabbed him by the throat, then crept right up his nose

His lungs were filled with poison gas

Then he spotted a buxom young lass

(allow me to join - thus preserving rhythm)
With lungs full filled with gas he then espied yon spotted lass
'Get me oxygen!' cried he 'And I will let you pass'

Chalky

Three months later - help arrived but all was quiet and dead

Corpse'd bin laden on the ground the feet due west of head.

The End