So say all of us for he’s a jolly good fellow.

His life was a curse
he died a tragic verse
said the matron nurse.
Carried in the hearse
but not the first
from the purse
they quenched their thirst
and with a little coerce
the coffin burst
and the body was gone.
In reverse
it was all rehearsed
and without his shirt
it was all rather...
perverse.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Many thanks for sharing your weekend poem. You are such an adventurer when it comes to rhyme and content, sir! Part smiled, part gasped at the use of meter, rhyme and perhaps, hint of mystery! Clever work, sir and enjoyable. Hope life is being kind to you. Take care, keep safe, please.

[andrew mitchell]

You really are much too kind Emma. Afterwards I thought this was one of my many most terrible awful writes and I was going to delete when Chris reviewed and then you. Lol

[Chris Shaw]

Dress rehearsal for a funeral. He wanted to attend his own wake? You did well with the rhyming here Andrew
Smiling at this one.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Hi Chris I actually was going to delete this as I thought this was awful, one of my many terrible writes. Even a primary kid would have written better lol. But at the time I just wanted to write something but not worthy of publication. Thanks for stopping by, you are much too kind Chris.