I was walking home one night
And s it was late I took a shortcut,
A shortcut through the cemetery.
I heard some tapping
So I walked faster
But I only got nearer
As the tapping got louder.
Then I saw a man,
A man chiselling,
Chiselling on a tombstone.
So I walked up to him
I asked him,
“Why are you working so late?”
He looked round at me and replied,
“They spelt my name wrong!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
great ending much enjoyed
lol 🤣 oh Andy, too bad it wasn't Marilyn Monroe lol 🤣
I like that one Andy it gave me a smile and hope it doesn't happen to me.
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