Sunday, 5 February 2012

Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

We're all gonna go one day, and when we do, will we know before we go?

In any case, someone will, maybe, if we're lucky, in a manner of speaking, say something about us after the event, with, or indeed without, our consent.

Ultimately, the best bet might be to write our own epitaph, before someone else does it for us (and why not with a bit of humour to boot?)...


Gone but not Forgotten

This troubled world is sighing now,
The flu is at the door;
And many folks are dying now
Who never died before.

On a Dentist

Stranger, approach this spot with gravity:
John Brown is filling his final cavity.

On Leslie Moore

Here lies what's left
Of Leslie Moore
No Les
No more.


On John Bun

Here lies John Bun;
He was killed by a gun.
His name was not Bun, but Wood;
But Wood would not rhyme with gun,
And Bun would.

Crawl On

Hotch Potch English: The SNAIL ~ 'Lest We Forget'
Created & written by Sab Will
Copyright 2012 Sab Will / Hotch Potch English ~ The Unique English Language Website

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