Don’t Mourn Me, Toots by Hank Janson
Written by PulpoftheDay on May 20th, 2008Dig deep, find that gem of wit within you, and display in in the caption contest!

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“…when I am dead my toots,
sing no sad dirge for me,
don’t plant no poesies at my breasts,
nor shady apple tree…
but wit da green grass above me,
when it rains, ackasional wet;
it’s jake wit me if you remember,
okie doke if you forget”
(w/apologies to Christina Rossetti)
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In a dungeon
dis damsel was chillin’.
“I’ll be the Hero!”
(I really was willin’.)
But da babe in dis-dress!?
Makes me nearly confess…
I’d much rather be playin’ the villain!
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“Don’t Mourn me , but you can do other things to me Toots!”
20
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“Now at your local gaming shop…
Dungeons and Dragons: Adult Edition!”
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Sure it hurt, but gluing on her dress had really come in handy.