Tombstone Rubbings Poem by Patti Masterman

Here lies a dead poet
He sucked but never knowed it.

Here under the moors
Here I lie
Drunk with the other bores
Did I die.

Here lies a once beautiful torch
Bent too close to the fireplace
And burnt up the porch.

I cooked too many fatty meals
Grew fat, then tried to wear high heels.

A shooting accident took me out of the game
The last thing that I heard was BANG!

I'm glad the autopsies over now
And my guts are back beneath the towel.

Here I lie in solemn peace
My only neighbors now are geese.

No more sunshine, no more rain
I'll never grace this world again.