I read a few epigrams and epitaphs today in the book of poetry I’m slowly making my way through. An epigram is a short, sharp little bit of poetry.
Here’s an example by Matthew Prior from the book:
Sir, I admit your general rule
That every poet is a fool;
But yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.
Here’s my contribution to the craft:
What makes a soup turn into stew?
What makes a stew all soupy?
If I knew the reason, I wouldn’t tell you,
On account of you’re being so snoopy.
Sometimes they come in the form of epitaphs:
Here lies Richard Dent
In his cheapest tenement.
Or,
Here lies what’s left
Of Leslie Moore.
No Les
No more.
Or how about this one about a dentist:
Stranger, approach this spot with gravity;
John Brown is filling his last cavity.
I don’t have anything to add to that
I guess that’s my last epitaph.
When the blog is over, the blog is done
Nobody lost and nobody won.
Lynniebeemuseoday 