Uncle Clay drank a jug ev'ry day
Of the moonshine he'd made, so they say
When, at age ninety-one
Cremation was done
Took a week to abate uncle Clay
I'll burn for a few months, and the fire will be visible from space. : -)
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Hilarious! Don't throw that joke book away! Keep them coming! Great title as well!