Monday, September 14, 2009

Old Cemetery PTown

Some early Halloween humor. When I was a kid, I always said "horse" instead of "hearse". Just thik of it as a horse-drawn hearse:

Did you ever see a horse (sic) go by, and think that someday you would die?















They'd cover you in a long white sheet,
And then they'd bury you six feet deep.















The worm crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The ants play pinochle on your snout.















Your chest caves in your teeth decay,
Your eyeballs pop and roll away. . .

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