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When my old man got hit by a car
He dragged himself to die in a bar
When Mom saw the gashes
She burned him to ashes
So now he rests in our cookie jar
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Laurie Avatar
October 9, 2019 at 9:57 PM
G'day Rico … my neighbour put his late wife's ashes down at the local bar so she could be with him every night - thanks Rico - Lindsay
Leffanta Avatar
October 9, 2019 at 10:42 PM
That's probably more than she could hope for in life! Aloha! Rico
Ball Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 3:03 PM
This puts me in mind of a short little round jar with a cork for a top that read "The Ashes Of My Ex Husband." It really gave me a giggle. Thanks Rico. God Bless, JB
Leffanta Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 4:37 PM
Which is always better than a brass spittoon, isn't it? Aloha! Rico
Devonshire Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 2:03 PM
Maybe Mom was angry he'd died in a bar, but it's better than dying on the street. I'd hate to think our fate rests in the cookie jar. LOL Funny, Rico!
Leffanta Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 4:34 PM
If I was hit by a car, I'd crawl for a shot of Courvoisier, too! Aloha! Rico
Awtry Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 9:20 AM
O my... I am chuckling but feeling guilty about it :)
Leffanta Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 4:33 PM
I suppose it depends upon the appearance of the cookie jar? Aloha! Rico
Pigeon Tart Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 8:34 PM
Love your twisted wit ;), xomo!
Leffanta Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 4:32 PM
I thought about using, "Trick or Treat" as the title so you could recite it to trick or treaters on Halloween as you offered your cookie jar to them . . . ..
Allison Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 4:58 PM
I didnt know if I should laugh or cry Rico! Hugs Jan xx
Leffanta Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 4:31 PM
Our local newspaper recommended seniors on a budget should buy a cookie jar from Wal*Mart rather than an urn from a mortician, which opens an whole new field of humour to poets . . . . .
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