Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Epitaph Poem - Poor Steve


Here interred is the dude named Steve,
Who kicked the bucket last Hallow's Eve.
The doctors say it was a heart attack,
But they weren't there to get the facts.
Steve was known for playing guitar,
But that night the band went too far.
That autumn night the air was thick
And the band, their playing was truly sick.
Some claim they know Steve was drunk,
The truth is there was too much funk!

(Steve is a friend of Hubby and I's. He's alive and kicking, so don't worry! Check out his band, Lowdown Fancy.)

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