The Man In the Cavern and the Gypsies At the Tavern

Someone moved the rock And the village’s Gypsies were in shock Hearing it was a progressive move They sat at the bar wondering if this could be proved What was being blocked by this rock? A question was asked Each enjoying happy hour magic in their flask Apparently inside the cavern The Gypsies gossiped at the tavern Someone had died And placed him inside Were there riches lay to rest with all his mortuary stitches? After a few more rounds They decided to go and see what could be found Leaving the tavern they went to the cavern When they arrived With the goal to peek inside to see the person who died The rock moved back Nothing was open not even a crack Someone must have tried To seal up what was inside Boy was this a mystery Worthy of a place in the Gypsy’s history A moving rock that put the Gypsies in shock Someone inside the cavern down the street from the tavern Upon returning to the reserved stools They said through their drools “This was weird” “And was worthy of a toast with a their favorite beer” Here we put the story to rest Knowing rocks don’t move unless There is going to be something to confess Now take another shot of that Gypsy brew Giving a celebratory respect to a spirit who now can be deemed true