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

Epitaphs: {XXI}

                                                                                                                                                                               C. DARWIN FLUBB

Finally
Got that skeleton
Off his back
#
Shed the monkey
In his closet
#
Couldn’t plumb
Couldn’t locksmith
Couldn’t carpenter
#
Couldn’t
Even hang himself
Upside right

Epitaphs: {XX}

 

                                         

                                

CHAD LIMBO

Synonymous with
Anonymous
His vote
Never mattered
#
Lack of purposeful
Indentation
Left his
Intentions smattered

Epitaphs: {XIX}

                        

                         

                                       

IVY TERRACE

Take time to observe
The flowers
Sown hereabouts
To redress some
Cosmic slight
#
The lady was much
Ignored in life
Her presence
Perceived a
Blight
#
Behold
#
Her status
Was not acceptable
Unlike the bouquets
She sold