Did you ever think when a hearse goes by,
That you may be the next to die?
They take you out to the family plot,
And there you wither, decay, and rot.
They wrap you up in a bloody sheet,
And then they bury you six-feet deep.
And all goes well for a week or two,
And then things start to happen to you.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The ants play pinochle on your snout!
One of the worms that’s not so shy,
Crawls in one ear and out one eye.
They call their friends and their friends’ friends, too,
They’ll make a horrid mess of you!
And then your blood turns yellow-green,
And oozes out like whipping cream.
[Spoken] Darn, me without a spoon!
Your eyes fall out, your teeth decay
A rotten end to a lovely day
So never laugh when a hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
A Rotten End To A Lovely Day
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A lovely morbid poem. I like!
It’s an old chidrens rhyme that is now considered a peice folk-history. Kind of like “Ring Around The Rosey”, a song about the bubonic plague.
yeah that worms crawl in the worms crawl out is in a ramona book i think. or maybe a judy bloom
I do not like this poem.
I can get away with that, right? Because you already know I really like you. Because you’re super smart and funny and you know all the ins-and-outs of banana bread induced highs!
yeah i never liked this one as a kid myself. according to your countdown you have over seventeen thousand days left til you die anyhow. you could eat a lot of laced banana bread in that time…i’ll ask my roommate to accidentally make some more! (still embarrassed) maybe the package i sent to you yesterday will cheer you up…but no baked goods are involved…
eeewwwwww