“BENEATH a WREATH”

My eyes they are a burnin’,

My hair does stand on end,

My teeth do scream concerning,

Pull us all out, putting our pain to an end…

My fingernails bitten off,

My toe nails overgrown,

My nose is too large,

My feet are way too big,

My meat? Well, you know how that ends…?

My hair is too long,

My beard is too gray,         

My ears full of wax,          

But I have yet to have a toupee…

Bald I will never be, less the barber takes too much off,

My hair it will grow back, can I say that about my teeth?

Better to be in my coffin beneath the proverbial wreath…

                        © ed – 6/5/04