Pity Me! Poem by Ima Ryma

I sent my old servant, Ralph, on
A special errand to transport
A prized possession early dawn.
Old Ralph, an absent minded sort,
Somehow he got himself off course,
While traveling a country road,
Going slow with the cart and horse,
So as not to jostle the load.
Apparently Ralph stopped to check
Out a tar pit, and the horse reared,
Dumping cart contents, what the heck!
Into the pit all disappeared.

At the bottom of the tar pit
Is stuck my coffin - me in it!