It’s Sunday and today’s poem by The Bard of Murdock has fun with a sad mishap involving caskets. The Bard originally published his poem on Saturday, August 18, 2012. Please be sure to read the article linked by the Bard before reading the poem.
Article link: Michigan family receives $80G for casket spill
Ellnora Jones was flesh and bones,
Awaiting her interment,
Until the fall that mussed her pall
By sudden downward movement.
The undertaker couldn’t make her
Way without disaster,
So Ella’s bones were mixed with stones
In transit to the pastor.
Her favorite son had just begun
To conquer loss and mourning,
When he beheld his mother felled
That grey November morning.
The funeral staff that made the gaffe
Were lacking in contrition
For their mistake, the coffin break,
And Ella’s new position.
But nothing heals the way one feels
Quite like the role of claimant,
And forcing those who caused your woes
Into substantial payment.
The final charge was eighty large
For such an awful blunder,
When Ella downed upon the ground
Instead of further under.
- The Bard of Murdock
- My goal is to produce poetical cartoons. I try to use metaphors and caricatures (or a politician’s own words) to address complex political and social situations. In this way, I sum up current events in humorous verse.