"Halloween In The Bronx"
Here lies my wife
Here let her lie
Now she's at rest
And so am I
I Told you I was SICK!!!
Gone away
Owin' Moore
Than he could pay.
*OWEN MOORE*
Here lies the body of Johnathan Blake
Stepped on the gas pedal
Instead of the brake
Here lies Joyce
She rather not
No choice
I should have stayed in bed this morning
Here lies the body of Martha Dias
Who was always uneasy and not over pious;
She lived to the age of three score and ten,
And gave to the worms she refused to men.
Once I wasn't
Then I was
Now I ain't again
Here lies Harry
He was hung
Here lies John Yeast
Pardon him for not rising
Here he lies cold and hard
The last damn dog
That pooped in my yard!!
Here lies dear old Ted
Slipped and fell
And broke his head
Here lied
Richard Nixon
Here lies the body of our Anna
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
But the skin of the thing that made her go.
Blest be the man that spares the stones
And curst be he that moves my bones
*William Shakespeare*
Quoth the raven
Nevermore
*Edgar Allen Poe*
Here lies Lester Moore
No Less
No More
This life's a dream
And all things show it
I thought it once
Now I know it
*Springfield Mass.*
The Defense Rests
*suggested for Johnny Cochran*
She always said her feet were killing her
But nobody believed her
Here lies the bones of Elizabeth Charlotte
Born a virgin died a harlot.
She was a virgin at seventeen
A remarkable thing in Aberdeen
Here lies John quite a guy
Very sad he had to die
All was well could not be better
Till he wrote my girl a letter
I'll be back!!!
*suggested for Arnold Schwarzenegger*
Here lies my poor wife
without bed or blanket
But dead as a doornail
God be thankit
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