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
Refrigerated white clad knight
A thousand horses pull
With their might, prancing 'pon the road
Cargo hull loaded full
Up and down the expressway roam
See vehicles and roads
Rarely getting to visit wife
And place of home's abode
Same billboards everyday stored in
Memory~packed away
Loners tucked in but need escape
Complex puzzle at play
Inspired by a tractor/trailer truck
on the expressway.....