
ONE day, long after I have shaved my last shave, someone may turn to someone else, and say, “I bet George is spinning in his grave.” *** And no doubt they will hit that square on the chin, for what else is there to do in a grave, but spin? *** Still, who can reasonably […]
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ONE day,
long after I have
shaved my last shave,
someone may turn to
someone else, and say,
“I bet George is
spinning in his grave.”
***
And no doubt
they will hit that square
on the chin,
for what else is there to
do in a grave, but spin?
***
Still, who can
reasonably say, I thought,
for maybe that day,
my plan was to stay
completely still, and rot
***
That is why my friends
I come to-day to tout
that my grave is to be
automated,
so as to erase all doubt.
***
Just press the button
on my tomb-stone,
you’ll be happy you enquired.
And what’s best,
the button is free
to press!
No offense in my name
required.
***
AND finally then,
my friend,
for certain you will know,
for six feet
under-ground,
there I go!
Round and round and
round
***
Weeee!