A Hole In One

twas a cold and cloudy day nippy in nature with trees in sway that time in winter when days were short the kind of day when a grave digger would take a snort to warm the bones, so to speak a few more snorts to make it neat but dig the grave ready for the next day and the grave digger would earn his pay it never bothered him that he made a living digging graves sometimes he wondered why people were afraid it's just a place where dead bodies are laid as long as people are dying there's money to be made on his way home singing a song living in a world where nothing was wrong or so it seemed but while he was walking' one of the thorny briers latched on to one of his shoe latches and in one step the bow was gone unknowingly the grave digger kept moving along, singing his song like nothing was wrong unaware that he could slip never minding that he could trip the old grave digger singing his song without a thought that something was wrong he reached in his pocket for a pipe that was'nt there and was sure that he had droped it somewhere back there his search was so intense it took him all the way back to the grave but just before he got there he steped on his shoe string there was nothing he could do falling head long into the grave where a broken neck was waiting and also his pipe laid so we'll end this story like Esop ends his there is a moral to the story for all the growing kids smoking is bad for you