WE WRITE POEMS
We've been asked to write our own epitaph but it's hard to take an epitaph seriously because, obviously, it is never going to be needed!
CARVED IN STONE
WISHING
IT COULD LAST FOREVER,
COULDN'T
MAKE IT SO.
I
CAME, I SAW, I LAUGHED A LOT
AND
THEN I HAD TO GO.
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YOUR DADDY!
Harry wasn't yet quite three
When he was over in Fiji.
He loved to dance, he loved to sing;
The feet could stamp; the arms could swing.
What a pity he wont recall
How he traveled there and had a ball!
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