Fred, is not the best, in fact he` dead
So we put this `ere Stone above his `ead
He was nigh on ninety, everyone knows
It was about time, he turned up his toes
Told us that he had some cancerous shit
Turns out the poor bugger was riddled with it
I`ll give you a whiskey to quench your thirst
Just need to syphon it through me kidneys first
You lived your life, with hardly a blunder
You`ve made one now and your six foot under
A contest entry
- Epitaphs by montiebatmom.
425 points, ended September 16, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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Hee! Tee! Twere a funny fare the well in memory of poor ol' dead Fred
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Funny with truth, good job!
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Poor Fred!!!
This shows the old adage that its better to be peed off than peed on...may Fred rest in peace...lol great write! Thanks for the entry and good luck in the contest. xxx
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