There once was a poet
Who got in his head,
A premise so priceless
He laughed himself dead.
Now lies Nando Tater
‘Neath these here zinnias,
Struck down by a wayward
Bolt of sheer genius.
In a list
A contest entry
- Epitaphs by montiebatmom.
425 points, ended September 16, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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well I read one of yours because you read one of mine. And surprise, surprise... this is very good.
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lol i love to see humor in poetry! - NANGALEEMA
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Priceless
rofl Oh this is priceless thank you ever so much for letting me laugh today.
Rev. Alimae
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A wonderful little piece, no matter ho bad the day is, a little light humor in poetry works wonders.
I enjoyed this well thought out poem, it brought a smile and faith in poetry.
Definately one to be remembered for rereading.
Andrew
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Giggles
Perfect irony, and a stiff warning.....obsession of ANYKIND can be unhealthy.....lol
fantastic work
and thanks for your entry!!
Good luck in the contest.
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*snicker* very cute. That'll teach ya to be so darned funny.
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roflmao
now that's good..... ... i loved hearing Spike Milligan once say that he wanted.. shut up snivelling you selfish bastard... on his tombstone..
this made me chortle and chuckle..
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Nando Tater quintessence of wit – dead from one great stroke of ‘it’¿! The story smacks of deep deception… his probably off on his vacation!¡ (I bet you wish¡!)
It was dead funny though – groan¡! He is gNashing his teeth & Leacocking a snook, can this rye wit be more than a fluke?¡!¿
I owe you a reply – I haven’t forgotten – I’ll get on to it in the morning.
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it's the fate of the witty to whittle their aims, a honing of humor, let's say, and wouldn't you know it's the brilliant that stand in the headlights like stone.
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