Old Joe

 

Old Joe was getting on in years

but wasn’t one to fuss

he thought he’d sort his funeral out;

he took the downtown bus

 

He walked in to the coffin shop

asked them to take his measure

he stood for hours while they took

dimensions at their leisure

 

One casket looked so comfortable

and poor old Joe was tired

he climbed right in; the lid stuck shut

thus sadly Joe expired

 

And on the death certificate

the coroner, a wit

had written in for “Cause of Death”:

“He died of coffin fit.”