Epitaphs: {XXVI}

MAJOR POSER

It was generally thought
He was a military man
Whose ranking stood him tall

Instead it turns out
He was private no class
And just a miserable lout

He wasn’t a hero at all

Epitaphs: {XXV}

BEATRICE SPITTLE

Her name rhymes with little
And that’s what she was
Her heft notwithstanding
Nor the size of her mouth
And its lies

But only inside where
The heart should reside

Now incubator for flies