Jimmy Hoffa Is Buried There
Jimmy Hoffa Is Buried There
By Elton Camp
For decades, Joe had been in one prison or another
When one day he received a letter from his brother
“Joe, I wish I could dig up the old garden space
I’m now living on a pension & it’s poverty I face”
“If I could produce a crop, it’d held me get by.
But my back’s so bad that to dig I can’t try.”
Joe wrote back, knowing his letter would be read
“Don’t dig there. It’s where I put Hoffa when dead.”
The next week, authorities with shovels came in
And when Joe heard about it, he began to grin
About what happened, he never once ranted
“Brother, it’s ready for the garden to be planted.”
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