More from the Vile Victorians.
Here lies, wrapped in clay,
the body of Esther Ray,
I have nothing left to say but
bless the day she went away,
the third of May.
Our kids are concerningly amused by these. Here's some we wrote ourselves:
Here lies an ugly toad
That I scraped from off the road
His juicy body, flattened, thin
And that is now the end of him.
Here lies Queen Victoria, rotten
dead from head to chubby bottom.
She was short, Her reign was long,
And now we sing this nasty song.
We wrote one about a family member, but decided it was in poor taste. Can you come up with any?
One of my favourites is:
ReplyDeleteMcTavish is dead and his brother don't know it,
His brother is dead and Mctavish don't know it.
Both of them dead and their in the same bed,
and neither'm know that the other is dead.