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The Plight of Old Bill Wuthers
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The Plight of Old Bill Wuthers |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79
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Old Bill Wuthers, who died last Summer Sat down on the bench, owned by he and his brothers. He pulled out a smoke, and gave out a toast, Blessed the ground and his mother and two of his brothers Then laid out a wreath made by him and two others He sat up and smoked, and made one or two jokes Then lowered his head, then fell flat on his bed He belched out some smoke before he had croaked Lay dead as his cloak all mottled and soaked In the wine he had drunk before he had stunk All rosen in red, like the clot in his head He gave out a sigh as he rose up all high To watch his old body all riddled and broke. Two pennies for heaven and one for his cloak A debt for the devil and one for his smoke Let Bill join his brothers and bless his poor mother I lay down a wreath to give Bill some peace! George |
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Moth Junior Member
since 2008-06-12
Posts 12 |
I'm surprised no one's commented on this. Witty and erudite without being disrespectful or cloying. A thoroughly excellent epitaph for Old Bill Wuthers, whoever he may be. |
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Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan |
I read this yesterday just before leaving out the door and forgot to reply when i got back. Very nice... rolls around in my mouth like a fine deep red wine. Yoin |
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