L Milton Hankins Poet Epitaph

Geraldine Ellen Macadoo

Here lies Geraldine Ellen MacAdoo
Who fell into a pot of molten glue
We couldn’t decide what to stick her to,
We thought of this ... she would concur
So, we wrapped her in her sable fur
And, this is where we buried her.

written March 16, 2022

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Gershon Wolf March 18, 2022 at 9:19 AM Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You sure you never wrote for 'Mad Magazine' back in the day?! They used to have 'highbrow' epitaphs a lot like this one... Anyway, I love it. Keep 'em coming. ~ Murgatroyd Fofoofnik (aka Wolf) L Milton Hankins March 18, 2022 at 11:07 AM Thanks, gw. Would you believe I really, really enjoy writing epitaphs? I have more fun with them than limericks! Nope, never wrote for Mad Magazine, but I read them faithfully!

Caren Krutsinger March 17, 2022 at 1:51 AM Sable fur sounds marvelous actually. Nice rhymes! L Milton Hankins March 17, 2022 at 8:41 AM I love writing these, Caren. I get such a kick out of coming up with the circumstances, and particularly the names. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Joanna Daniel March 16, 2022 at 11:50 PM Ha ha, funny end, Milt:) L Milton Hankins March 17, 2022 at 8:41 AM Glad you enjoyed it, Jo. I like writing epitaphs!

Tom Cunningham March 16, 2022 at 4:20 PM Lol RIP Geraldine who met with a sticky end. Tom L Milton Hankins March 16, 2022 at 7:25 PM She did, indeed, Tom. I absolutely love writing these epitaphs, for some macabre reason. I also enjoy thinking up just the right name for the deceased. I think I have a problem! LOL