Tuesday, the family pet cat died and we had a lunch at Chuck-a-Rama to lament her passing (of course). It seemed appropriate then that I would find a poem in my Jr. High English book where the assignment was to write what we might find on our own gravestone. Here’s what I came up with:
R.I.P. LAUREN CAMPBELL B: [Birthday Edited Out for HIPAA Compliance] D: TOO SOON
Watch where you’re stepping my friend.
Alive and well she is still.
Lauren fainted while taking a walk.
They thought she had been killed.
They dug a hole six feet deep
Then put on a lid made of beams.
Her eyes opened up the next hour
And night and day, she still screams!
A sad victim of premature burial.