#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 18 18.11.22
Prompt: Write a funny poem.
A Grave Situation Umbrellas for the funeral, dress shoes clogged in mud, the reverend stepped forward, kept going, sliding, collecting the coffin along the way, down they went with a splosh and thud, a grave situation you must admit, came the JCB, came the ambulance, came the funeral director, life belts in a flood. Seems the hole was too small, the coffin wedged, the pump had failed and the whiskey priest flailed to the bottom with dear mama. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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This reminds me of a story about a runaway coffin one of my literature professors in college told. The anecdote started off funny, and then he just stopped speaking and stared out the window until the dismissal bell rang.
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Mine was partly true and partly someone else’s story, funny after though not at the time, I wonder what was going on for the professor?
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I think telling the story brought back an unanticipated sad memory for him.
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I wondered that, makes sense, how sad, yet how good he was able to enter it even for a moment.
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These are experiences with a sad smell, but no one would miss the fun. 😉 xx Michael
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Absolutely Michael 🙂
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Hahaha yes so funny
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🙂 glad to raise a smile
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