There I was in the graveyard,
Walking through the silence,
Appreciating the beauty
And the glory of those who had passed.
And then I came to it,
The grave I was looking for.
Ludwig van Beethoven
Was laying beneath me,
Beneath the beautiful headstone.
I just sat and thought of him.
Thought of all the music he had written.
And that music I had listened to.
Listened to all my long life.
As I sat in the peace I heard a sound,
Heard a sound coming from the grave
It was so strange,
It was music,
Beethoven’s music,
But it was being played backwards,
I just listened and was confused.
A curator from the cemetery walked passed,
I asked him about that strange sound.
He said to me: “Don’t worry, it happens all the time,
It has been happening since eighteen twenty seven,
When he died,
It is Beethoven decomposing!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2023 01:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Ludwig van Beethoven 17 December 1770 – 26 March 1827
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Now did we meet Beethoven in person, over our millions of years?!
Of course we did, then he heard you singing and went deaf!!
You lulled me with the beautiful picture you painted of that peaceful graveyard and thoughts of Beethoven's music, followed by a punchline extraordinaire. Kudos deary friend, once again you've given me the laugh of the day, thank you.
Thank you for your kind words Bella, and I am so glad that I made you laugh, laughter is the best medicine for us all.
Andy
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