Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

Don'T Bury Me

My shoulder was sore after work
So I used a patch of hot and cold
I laid down and soon fell asleep
As I felt somewhat consoled

Later I sat up half awake
Dirt was pouring down on my leg
Quick in a panic I jumped up
"Please don't bury me now," I begged!

It was only the patch that broke
But don't throw at me any bad will
Falling dirt can be real scary
Once you make it over the hill!

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Jan Allison August 11, 2017 at 8:42 AM Sure made me smile Roger especially as I have just returned from my 4th funeral in 3 weeks!:-( hugs jan xx Pat Adams August 11, 2017 at 3:44 PM I certainly feel for you Jan. Losing those you care for is never easy. It makes the ones left seem even more precious. Glad I helped bring a smile. This was a true story. I wasn't quite as freaked out as the poem might imply, but it certainly was a bit of a shock! 80] rPATRICK

Vijay Pandit August 11, 2017 at 6:40 AM Know the feeling--good poem! Pat Adams August 11, 2017 at 3:32 PM Thank you very much. That was really weird. I hadn't ever seen the inside of one of those patches, which is crazy because I've used a boat load of them over the years! Thanks again. rPAT