Cemetery Re-visited

CEMETERY RE-VISITED

I refer to my earlier posting dated  09.03.09  when I had taken you to a l-o-n-g visit to a cemetery and had listed a collection of poetry from tombstones.

Today I am again taking you to a short journey and listing out some more  poetry from my humble collection over these years.

1.HERE LIES MY HUSBAND-STIFF AT LAST !

                                             -From his loving wife.

2.HERE LIES MY WIFE-COLD AS USUAL !!

                                             -From her loving husband.

3.HERE LIES J EROME—Her Dad Came Home !

4.MY SCOOTER AND I ,

           UNDER THIS STONE ARE STOWED,

   FOR WE WATCHED THE GIRLS

           AND NOT THE ROAD  !!

5.WE SQUANDER HEALTH

   IN SEARCH OF WEALTH,

   WE SCHEME AND TOIL AND SAVE,

   THEN SQUANDER WEALTH,

   AND ALL WE GET IS A GRAVE.

   WE LIVE AND BOAST

   OF WHAT WE OWN

   WE DIE AND ONLY GET A STONE !!

6.EPITAPH ON A DOCTOR’S GRAVE:THE FINAL TREATMENT.

7.EPITAPH ON AN AUTHOR’S GRAVE: 
   RETURNED WITH COMPLIMENTS. 

8.EPITAPH ON A BISHOP’S GRAVE:
   PRAYERS ANSWERED.

9.EPITAPH ON A MERCHANT’S GRAVE:
   THE SINGLE ENTRY.

10.EPITAPH ON A JUDGE’S GRAVE:
    THE FINAL JUDGEMENT.

11.EPITAPH ON A GRAMMARIAN’S GRAVE:
     CORRECTLY SPELLED OUT .

12.ONE IN HINDI :
     “AYE SHAMSHAAN, TU HAMESHAA VIRAAN NAZAR
       AATA HAI,
       HUM TAU MARR MARR KAR TUJHEY
       ABAAD KIYA KARTEY HAIN !!”

13.SUGGESTED EPITAPH  ON KHUSHWANT SINGH’S
     GRAVE:
     (By a Reader of his Illustrated Weekly: 29.10.1972):
     A WEEKLY HABIT,BEERFULLY SOILED.

14.EPITAPH ON A HORTICULTURIST’S GRAVE:
      PRUNNED !

15.EPITAPH ON A PSYCHOLOGIST’S GRAVE:
     ERRORS CORRECTED.

16. HERE LIES MARGARET,
      SHE COULDN’T SWIM
      AND STILL JUMPED IN
      THAT WAS SOMETHING 
      THAT SHE WOULD REGRET !!

17. “I am ready to meet my Maker. 
       Whether my Maker is prepared
       for the great ordeal of meeting me
       is another matter.” -Winston Churchill.

18. On the grave of Anna Lovett – England:
      Beneath this stone
      And not above it
      Lie the remains of
      Anna Lovett
Be pleased good reader
Not to shove it
Least she should come
Again above it.
For ‘twixt you and I,
No one does covet
To see again this
Anna Lovett.

19.On the grave of Tim Mcgrew – Topeka, Kansas
Here lies Sheriff Tim
McGrew who said
He would arrest Bill
Hessessy or die –
He was right.

20.Anonymous – London, England
Beneath this silent
Stone is laid
A noisy antiquated
Maid
Who from the cradle
Talked to death,
And ne’er before was
Out of breath.

21.On the grave of Edgar Oscar Earl – England
Beneath this grassy
Mound now rests
One Edgar Oscar Earl,
Who to another
Hunter looked
Exactly like a squirrel

22.Anonymous – Cleveland, Ohio
I thought it was a
Mushroom when
I found it in the woods
Forsaken
But since I sleep
Beneath this mound,
I must have been
Mistaken.

22.On the grave of Matthew Hollingshead – Northumberland, England:
Here lies Matthew
Hollingshead,
Who died from cold
Caught in his head
It brought on fever and
rheumatiz
Which ended me
For here I is.

23.On the grave of John Timothy Snow – Tombstone, Ariz.
Here lies John
Timothy Snow, who
Died fighting for a
Lady’s honor (She
wanted to keep it).

24.Here he lies, James T. Carson
He blew up his wife
and was hung for arson.

25.Here lies sammy burgess
and miss abbot too
they died while making
love in the loo.
Goodnight.

26.Well living men view my tomb,
just remember theres room for you.

27.Here lies the body of John O’Day,
Who died maintaining his right of way,
His way was right, his will was strong,
But he’s just as dead as if he were wrong

28.Here lies the body of old Uncle David,
     Who died in the hope of being saved.
     Where he’s gone or how he fares,
     Nobody knows and nobody cares.

29.My wife from me departed And robbed me like a knave; Which caused me broken hearted To sink into this grave. My children took an active part, To doom me did contrive; Which stuck a dagger in my heart That I could not survive.

30.My father and mother were both insane I inherited the terrible stain. My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles

31.Lived a life of stress and worry
Rushing through it in a hurry
Didn’t stop to smell the roses
But now he feeds them as he decomposes
———-
OK ,I’ll be back soon !! Hopefully,says me.