Hehad placed a wreath on his mother-in-law's
grave when he heard a man carrying on at an
adjoining grave site and pleading piteously:"Why
did you have to die? ... why? ... why?
"Such a wailing. Such levels you're reaching.
Has the loss of a mate caused this screeching?
"Not the wife.She's at home...
But Newman the gnome,
Her first husband, is whom I'm beseeching
(why? ... why?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not just funny. VERY funny!
Phil Silvers has a very good delivery