A moribund gent, with a funeral face,
passed me by, in the cort'ege of a friend,
on his way to Boot Hill, the End.
"Billy Brass Handles, is busy again.".
he cried, " A habit he can't seem to leave behind",
" He'll need it for the next one",
Keeping you in mind , I opined.
"This cold and damp weather, is the Undertaker's friend,
a real Bonanza , an ill wind "
" Doctors too " he said with a smile,
" Their mistakes are buried,
with the Patient's file".
The Moribund gent, has a valid point,
I know he is only an embalmer,
One of a kind, But,
He knows who to preserve,
and who, to leave behind.
By Holly Barrett
Michael Barrett
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
A moribund gent, with a funeral face,
passed me by, in the cort'ege of a friend,
on his way to Boot Hill, the End.
"Billy Brass Handles, is busy again.".
he cried, " A habit he can't seem to leave behind",
" He'll need it for the next one",
Keeping you in mind , I opined.
"This cold and damp weather, is the Undertaker's friend,
a real Bonanza , an ill wind "
" Doctors too " he said with a smile,
" Their mistakes are buried,
with the Patient's file".
The Moribund gent, has a valid point,
I know he is only an embalmer,
One of a kind, But,
He knows who to preserve,
and who, to leave behind.
By Holly Barrett
Michael Barrett