Roderick the grave digger sat on his hands
And refused to budge. What did he care
If a coffin could not be put in the ground?
Let them come round later when the weather
Was better. Perhaps he would help them then,
Or not, depending on how he felt at the time.
And all of his charges had nothing but time,
Although they were better off stored down below;
Under the ground was where they belonged.
It's just that he wasn't quite willing today;
Maybe tomorrow he would be in the mood.
Let them come back in the morning and see...
©2016 Michael Fraley
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