Monday, November 7, 2011

Worms

Photo by Pumpkinrot

Don’t you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box
And cover you with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
Until your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
The eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a piece of bread
And that’s what you eat when you are dead.

Poem shared by a coworker

6 comments:

  1. LOL! that is a great poem and rot's picture goes perfectly with it!

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  2. hehehe..my Dad used to sing this. Thanks for the memory!

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  3. I didn't think of that, but it's really a perfect matchup, heh heh.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEtTh0vYMKI

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  4. LOL have not heard that in a long time.

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  5. I soooooooo remember singing this as a kid. My older sister taught it to me and we would walk around on Halloween singing it.

    I remember the words a bit different, but...

    Thanks for the reminder

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