Collin, Cook and Company

I ended up walking through a graveyard and saw three names on headstones. I hope their souls appreciate the poem I wrote while sitting on the manicured lawn.

Collins, Cook, Greaves and Brown

dwell together six feet down

Side by Side plot by plot

Each in their final resting spot


I hope that since they’ve met their ends

The four of them will now be friends

Because I would rather hear them snicker

Than listen to four corpses bicker

The End

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