Saturday, December 23, 2006

A couple of funnies

Back in the late 70s & early 80s (that would be 1900s), my wife and I knew someone who insisted she would not pull over for the big 18-wheelers racing down her highway when she had the right-of-way. Back then I learned this little poem that was so appropriate:

Here lies the body of old John Gray
Who died defending his right-of-way,
He was right - dead right - as he sped along,
But now he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.

To this I found someone has added:

John had the courage; he had the pluck,
But the other guy had a very big truck!

[Instead of the right-of-way right, I usually follow the who has a bigger vehicle theory!]

One that some of you all who are beginning to get a little older can appreciate:

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Go pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name isn’t there, I know I’m not dead;
So I get a good breakfast and go back to bed.

Oh, how do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went.
But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin,
And think of the places my get-up has been.

[Unknown authors on both, so far as I can tell]

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

All I know is that I am always pleased when I visit my mortician and he sends me home.

So, from what you have reported, it is sometimes wrong to be right. Maybe there is a lesson there off the motorway as well.