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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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