L Milton Hankins Poet Epitaph

Poor Martha Anne Mcbanes

Here lies pretty Martha Anne McBanes
She never sang verses, only refrains
While attempting to whistle,
Pricked her chin on a thistle
And died of an infection in her brain.

written March 3, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger March 7, 2022 at 12:01 AM What a horrible life! I cannot whistle, and sometimes resent that everyone else I ever know seems to be able to do it. My grandchildren learned how at about age 4 and all torment me with this. L Milton Hankins March 7, 2022 at 8:45 AM I cannot whistle either, no matter how hard I try. Occasionally, I can wheet out a tune, but it's generally pretty bad.

Marco Chies March 3, 2022 at 1:11 PM My maternal grandmother was called Ana Martha, a strong and determined woman, but she never whistled, thank goodness! L Milton Hankins March 7, 2022 at 8:46 AM I just knew that I would make up a name that was someone's. Yep, it happened.

Tom Cunningham March 3, 2022 at 1:02 PM Lol RIP Martha. L Milton Hankins March 3, 2022 at 2:36 PM (chuckling). Yes, Martha, rest in peace. I couldn't figure out whether this was a limerick or an epitaph. The latter seemed to work best.