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Eula Gee

Here lies Father John with his mum Who told everyone John was dumb Her final scoff, "What a RIP-off! You must be as dumb as they come!" Well, lightening soon struck their stone And we heard that old lady moan Beneath the cross She yelled, "I'm boss!" And I'll punish each shiftless bone!" Father John saw his plight was grave - Eternity hearing mum rave - A priest in Hell Knows the Devil well So he bargained his soul like a slave Father John heard Blueberry Hill Was a place where some find a thrill Satan cast his mum there But she found it just fair Whilst her son shovelled coal with a quill The moral of this stone is grim Fill your coffin up to the brim Whilst some shed a tear Make the most of the bier Let your grave bear a pseudonym

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