Old Joe
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Old Joe was getting on in years
but wasn’t one to fuss,
he thought he’d sort his funeral out;
he took the downtown bus.

He walked into the coffin shop,
asked them to take his measure;
he stood for hours while they took
dimensions at their leisure.

One casket looked so comfortable
and poor old Joe was tired,
he climbed right in; the lid stuck shut,
thus sadly Joe expired.

And on the death certificate
the coroner, a wit,
had written in for “Cause of Death”:
“He died of coffin fit.”
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#2
Excellent poem Leanne

very funny stuff, witty lass, now i hate you too.

At my age you can't coff too much.

David
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#3
Gotta be careful, David, you'll lose your teef :p

Thanks for wandering though.
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#4
it wasn't the cough that carried him
it was the coffin they carried him off in

excellent wheeze Smile
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#5
I don't want to hear about your wheeze, or your pooze, thanks very much.
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#6
Very Spike MilliganSmile Reminds one a lot of the old British comics.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
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#7
I could do worse than be Spikish... I have about a zillion Goons books and such scattered about the place... perhaps I'm channelling Smile
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#8
Leanne,
A very witty piece.

Sid
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Cheers Sid Smile
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