L Milton Hankins Poet Epitaph

Last of the Brood

Here lies the last of the brood
Though always sloshed, never rude
Fame and fortune eluded him
So, he filled himself up to the brim
Always there when we would call
He died from drinking alcohol.

written February 26, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger February 27, 2022 at 3:53 PM Sad ending, and yet plausible and totally believable. L Milton Hankins February 27, 2022 at 4:51 PM I started to ask you about it while I was writing it. I couldn't come up with a name I thought would work, so I avoided the name. I think it works rather well anyway.