My Epitaph
My Epitaph
Give me some of that laughing gas I need a laugh
Be in a fit of giggles before I so write this epitaph
Here lies a rather daft lassie, her marble's all ahoy
But no one cannot say she wasn’t the real McCoy
Wrote all about her exploits in some weird poems
High up in the clouds, her words are still on-going
Once written down; makes them into paper planes
Then sends them down to earth to drive all insane
Never to be left forgotten, of that you can be sure
She went by that strangest name of Indiana Shaw
Indiana Shaw . . .
“That’s forward-thinking for you” . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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