Walking Home Late.

Goldfinch60



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!”

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2026 01:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 17
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    great ending much enjoyed

  • Teddy.15

    lol 🤣 oh Andy, too bad it wasn't Marilyn Monroe lol 🤣

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Teddy, yes it was a shame. LOL

      Andy

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Teddy, yes it was a shame. LOL

        Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        I like that one Andy it gave me a smile and hope it doesn't happen to me.

        • Goldfinch60

          If I have made you smile I have done my job soren. Thank you.

          Andy

          • sorenbarrett

            You are most welcome Andy



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