Grave Encounter Poem by Ima Ryma

It's late at night and I decide
To take a short cut walking through
The cemetery in quick stride.
I hear a tapping sound, I do.
Through the misty shadows I see,
With some tools by a headstone,
It's an old guy a tapping be,
Night shift worker - I should have known.
A hammer and chisel he's got,
Fixing the headstone in some way,
Then turning, the old guy does spot
Me - I wonder what I should say.

Out of the old guy these words came,
"Those idiots misspelled my name! "