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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.”

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