In his will, though written again last month
Stormy Wallis said, upon my stone write this;
"Here lay a man, who drank too much
ate red meat, and chased the girls,
and fell off the roof, while on a crutch."
A contest entry
- Epitaphs by montiebatmom.
425 points, ended September 16, 2007, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
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I have a couple favorite epitaphs:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Pound,
Who was lost at sea, but never found.
and:
Here lies John Bun,
He was killed by a gun.
His name is not actually Bun, but Wood,
But Wood wouldn't rhyme with gun,
And Bun would.
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That last step is a doozy
Poor stormy, or was he? He seemed to live life to the fullest, didnt he? Great write. Very nice. Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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You have me laughing, I must say. Quite enjoyable, but poor guy, fell of the roof. Now that must have hurt.
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