February 25th 1761
Despite Mr. Tangle's distracting screams I have made considerable progress on the epitaph for the stone which will mark my final resting place. I could not resist the temptation of writing this in my own blood...
Cornelius Hump, Gent.
Born 1715, deceased ...
The pie is eaten
The crust remains
No more trifles
No more pains
Every Spring the frog
Will jump
But still I lie,
Cornelius Hump
© Tangle & Hump, Peddlers of the Past
© Tangle & Hump, Peddlers of the Past
Oh melancholy the vision of the young, leaping amphibians, so joyous, so reckless, while the great Hump must forever under the daisy bedecked tumulus sleep. Perhaps to wake again? As a Cameron, a Brown. Which howling Scotsman, I pray? To save us, so reckless, so fatally joyous, from the hideous economic slump born of our wallowing in the Pond of Debit.
ReplyDeleteRijkaard (Doktor, van Rotterdam)