Tombstone Rubbings

Here lies a dead poet He sucked but never knowed it. Here under the moors Here I lie Drunk with the other bores Did I die. Here lies a once beautiful torch Bent too close to the fireplace And burnt up the porch. I cooked too many fatty meals Grew fat, then tried to wear high heels. A shooting accident took me out of the game The last thing that I heard was BANG! I'm glad the autopsies over now And my guts are back beneath the towel. Here I lie in solemn peace My only neighbors now are geese. No more sunshine, no more rain I'll never grace this world again.