Epitaphs (Cont'd)
Here lies
Johnny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
Here lies John Strange
An honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les No More.
On the 22nd of June
- Jonathan Fiddle -
Went out of tune.
Here lies the body of our Anna
Done to death by a banana
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
But the skin of the thing that made her go.
Under the sod and under the trees
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod:
Pease shelled out and went to God.
Here lies Ellen Shannon
Who was fatally burned
March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp
filled with "R.E. Danforth's
Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"
Here lies Peter Eager
Born 1903 - Died 1942
Worked on elevators.
Looked up the shaft to see if
the car was on the way down.
It was.
Here lies Ezekial Aikle
Age 102.
The good die young.
Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has
many qualifications of a good wife, and
yearns to be comforted.
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,
Old Clark Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
Here lies an Atheist
Jonathan Roe
All dressed up
And no place to go.
