Dead Shepherd
Dead Shepherd
Buried with his staff laid long in the coffin
Thin wife he was never unfaithful towards
He who was never familiar with shovels
Must suffer being shoveled under
Afterwards over pints down at the pub
The living take turns telling stories
But none tops the time he was struck by lightning
And came walking into the village still smoking
And without stopping said to those staring
Shouldn’t of wished for a Lucky Strike