Old Lady Under the Hill
She was married to a squirrel named Earl.
And Earl was later buried along side her
grave.She wore a mud pack upon her face.
To cover up all the horrifying disgrace.
And when she walked across the town.A
tractor trailer ran her down.And now she
rest in peace.Along side her husband Earl,
who died the same day of a rare disease.
Breakfest in bed,for the Duke of Earl,who
was a squirrel,and whos mother's true
name was Pearl."Earl was a squirrel" ,she
repeatably said,and long before she was
hit in the head.By a humongous tractor
trailer truck.Just a dented up fender,and
a cremation certificate.For the old lady
under the hill.You can talk about life,and
you can talk about death.But life was
nothing more than a thrill.For the old lady
under the hill..
Humorous Death Story Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010.2016..All rights reserved
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