Dem Bones! Poem by Ernestine Northover
Dem Bones!
My Husband's Grandmother,
who had reached the grand old age of 98 years,
died one 23rd of December,
and as her funeral couldn't be organised
until the 6th of January, the following year,
her Son asked the Funeral Director,
to explain what was happening to his Mother
over the Christmas period.
The Funeral Director in his severe black suit,
with a face even more severe,
placed a hand on the Son's shoulder, and said,
'Don't you worry, Mr Taylor,
we have a Skeleton Staff in over Christmas'.
This is a true story, but we found it to be so hilarious.
Very enjoyable! Thank you for the tip. Also great job on descibing the incident effectivly in your poem. Much appreciated. TRRW
Yet another reason to love you Ernestine, this is so accidental, many of us have put our foot in it, seldom though our whole body Laughing all the way! ! Love duncan X
I love the uplifting write and more so that your family found this to be funny. I hope your Husband's Grandmother was smiling from above. I too like Paul have had years of experience as a Funeral Director. Thank You
Haha.hehe. As a funeral Director I can relate to that one.
As a Funeral Director myself a little humour never hurts at the right place. Ha ha.
Very funny thanks for sharing. Might get my mom to include this in our church newsletter if you don't mind. Thanks, Andrew x
Ernestine, it sounds like 'The Nightmare Before Christmas.' Good write, perfect title! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That is funny! ! ! but I still feel sad.