In Loving Memory

I strolled through the local cemetery the other day And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way: Cletus O'Toole lies herein Too much boozing done him in! Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt Odds are he was shot by a chump he had gyped! His spouse spotted him leaving a house of ill repute In short order she done him in during a heated dispute! Clyde raced down the mountain and failed to swerve Meeting his doom on an S-shaped curve! His plea to the judge was ruled to be moot He was sentenced to hang for fencing some loot! Buckaroo Bob was throwed from his horse And was buried with his boots on as a matter of course! The town ruffian was our late friend Keith He met his match and was interred sans his teeth! Pilot Pete's final radio message was, "Oh! Shoot!" Seems he forgot to don his parachute! Farrier Fred was a premier cobbler as a general rule Alas, he was kicked in the head by an unruly mule! Butcher Bruce was expert at wielding his knife But in a fatal spat he was out-wielded by his wife! POTD 24 June 2021