L Milton Hankins Poet Monorhyme

My Uncle, the Embalmer

My Uncle Lotcha was an embalmer, you see,
He took care of all the dead in our family
Exactly what he did was always a mystery to me
When he was busy embalming, we let him be.
We knew for his services he charged a huge fee
When he got a body, he was filled with glee
He really enjoyed his work, another mystery,
When I think of it, his job matched him to a tee.
He was very somber and dressed meticulously
I never saw Uncle Lotcha climbing up a tree,
I never recall seeing grass stains on his knee
He was always perfectly proper, yes siree!

Written October 13, 2022

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Caren Krutsinger October 14, 2022 at 9:51 PM I truly enjoyed this thoroughly enjoyable monorhyme Hank! L Milton Hankins October 15, 2022 at 8:02 AM Thanks so much, Caren.

Jeff Connelly October 14, 2022 at 4:00 AM What a wonderful portrait of a person L Milton. I thought since this poem was written in the past tense, a possible dead give away; I was waiting for some sort of horror movie "jump scare", but also going by this poem, Uncle Lotcha wouldn't have wanted it that way. Thanks so much L Milton... Jeff Connelly October 14, 2022 at 8:20 AM I never read other people's comments until after I comment. Now I feel the fool for punning. When I was a kid I wanted to be a grave digger. I thought it would put me more in touch with life and death. Real hands on experience. Now days that job is usually done with a backhoe. C'est la vie...

Jenna Logan October 14, 2022 at 3:41 AM I've no witty puns to offer but wonder how anyone could handle the job. Gives me the willies to think about it. L Milton Hankins October 14, 2022 at 7:48 AM Some people are just cut out for it. I have a good friend who is a funeral director. He has severe COPD, so I have helped him out on occasion. The dead cannot hurt you. The body is just an object after death. Another funeral director friend told me he enjoyed his work because it was the last thing he could ever do to help a person.

Constance La France October 14, 2022 at 3:02 AM Milt, your poem is full of fun and seriousness. Your uncle had an important job, that he obviously cared about very much, blessings Constance L Milton Hankins October 14, 2022 at 7:48 AM Thanks, Constance. Yes, he was a very fine funeral director.

Robert Gorelick October 13, 2022 at 6:37 PM i tried to be an embalmer but business was dead! Pretty grave situation. Robert L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 7:54 PM (chuckling) Stranger still, Robert, Uncle Lotcha had a heart attack and died while embalming a body!

Shirley Hawkins October 13, 2022 at 5:29 PM Is this true, Milt? It is a job somebody (excuse the pun ) has got to do. Take care. Shirley. L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 7:55 PM Shirley, this is absolutely true. My aunt took over the funeral home when my uncle died and she ran it until she died at age 102. Now their son runs it.

Michael Tor October 13, 2022 at 5:22 PM This would have been good for Halloween Milton.Lol. Spooky stuff. I do not know if I could do his job. I don't think I could. I would have nightmares of all the dead that I saw... Thank you for posting... L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 7:56 PM I don't think it bothered him (or my aunt) at all. They sort of believed it was a necessary job, and the pay was really, really, really good!

Terry Flood October 13, 2022 at 4:27 PM Well, somebody gotta do it! A fine undertaking, Milt. ;-) L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 7:56 PM I knew this poem was going to elicit lots of puns, Terry. Thanks. You didn't let me down!

Becky Forbes October 13, 2022 at 2:32 PM Setting the bar AFTER the contest is over? Wink Wink Becky Forbes October 13, 2022 at 9:10 PM You created a crafty monorhyme here... that would have been a top contender in your monorhyme contest. (I was trying too hard to be silly... missed the mark!) L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 7:57 PM I suppose. But, I'm not sure exactly what you mean.

Jeff Kyser October 13, 2022 at 12:40 PM You know why embalmers dress proper inside? Right there on the label, says: formal-dehyde! L Milton Hankins October 13, 2022 at 7:57 PM Oh my! See my response to Terry. (chuckling)