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EPITAPHS JUST FOR LAUGHS


 

Henry Blake

Here lies Henry Blake

He stepped on the gas,

Instead of the brake.

 

John Penny

Reader if cash thou art

In want of any

Dig 4 feet deep

And thou will find a Penny.

 

In Memory of Beza Wood

Here lies one Wood,

One Wood

Within another.

The outer wood

Is very good:

We cannot praise

The other.

 

Susan Louder

Here lies the body of Susan Louder

Who died while drinking digestive power.

Called from earth to her heavenly rest,

She should have waited till it effervesced.

 
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BeverlyStockPoetry.com

Beverly Stock is an American poet, a former journalist, and a feature writer; she delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small memories we so often overlook. Her verse has been published by the Society of Classical Poetry, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, PowerPoetry.org, PoetrySoup.com, and Lighten Up Online, in the U.K. Visit her at www.beverlystockpoetry.com.

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<p>Epitaphs Just For Laughs</p>

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