07 February 2015

#7 - Shovel

Jack likes to sit and watch the pub go by,
his shovel stood upon its pointy end.
To strangers' queries, locals just reply
with nods and winks and "he's the vicar's friend."

At closing time they gather round the spade
a voluble and quite eccentric throng
as pints are pulled and spirits are arrayed,
while 'Bella leads the punters in a song:

"Dig graves! Dig graves! Let's hear it for our Jack!
Dig graves! Dig graves! We're never coming back
from cancer, suicide and heart attack!
Dig graves! Dig graves! Feet first into the black!
So raise a glass to each gravedigger's toil,
until we shovel off this mortal coil..."


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