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Sailor Sam in Cosmopolitan 1908...
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***DIRTY LIMERICK AHEAD***
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***END DiRTY LIMERICK ZONE***
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I am not a thief or a godless heathen
There is no such thing as body stealing Clothes and jewelry are left behind To take those would be a crime We resurrectionist are men of science Without us anatomist would be blind To know the inner-workings of a body Why our profession is the noblest of mankind It is a shame that we must operate in stealth Even the moon betrays our work Flat wooden shovels dampen the noise A rope wrapped around the neck to pull out bodies The conditions are most deplorable Putrefaction is usually the norm And with stench comes disease Smallpox is what we heed We are looked upon as ghouls of the grave But look at the good we make! Teeth are used for dentures Wigs are made from a their hair We provide a service beyond compare The vanguard of science should be applauded Instead, mobs threaten us with violence Ungrateful, superstitious peasants Don't they know we are renaissance resurrectionists? Thomas Coston From PoemHunter.com |
4-4-4-4-5?-4, the hell?
Also, rhyme or don't, geez. Yeah, that's all I got to bitch about today. Other than that, though, I kinda liked it. |
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