He is the boy who they all thought was dead.
"Poor boy with no grave," is what everyone said.
Then one day, a woman cried out,
"Listen up all, let's no longer pout.
"I've thought of a way to make it all better.
"What if we all put our money together?"
Then they all realized that they had money to spare,
So they pitched in together to show that they cared.
Then, with the change they collected that day,
They paid for a funeral that was grand I must say.
Soon came the time to put the box in the ground,
But as soon as it lowered, they all heard a sound:
First a sniff, then a sneeze, then a cough and a hack.
Then from inside came a thump and a scratch.
Everyone was still, didn't know what to do,
He'd been dead for twelve years, or seven, maybe two.
They raised up the coffin, and to their surprise,
Out popped the boy with sunken, dead eyes.
"May I have some water to sooth my dry throat?"
He asked small and weak, his voice just a croak.
Everyone smiled, no longer befuddled,
And gave him a drink which he promptly swallowed.
Then they laid him away in his casket with care,
With hopes that no grave robbers should ever stop there. |
Submission Name: Dead Boy
