Deathwords, LXXXVII

The Pioneer Meets His Last Mohican

Old Natty Bumppo’s slain his last—

You’ll not see him around.

He’s found the path that’s led him to

The Happy Hunting Ground. 

Deathwords, LXXXVI

Near Will’s Hamlet

Near the hamlet, Will fell far—he

Was high in the front tree.

He has solved the mystery—the

Undiscovered country. 

Deathwords, LXXXV

Hanging with Stu

From the haberdashery—with

Wicked laughs so hearty—

Vigilantes dragged poor Stu and

Had a necktie party.

Deathwords, LXXXIV

Casey Croaks

Casey—railroad engineer—will

Take no more vacation:

Texting while the train escaped—to

Termination Station. 

Deathwords, LXXXIII

Ranger Ranges Regrettably

The forest ranger (name was Rick)

Had tried to make his mark.

A grizzly ate him; now Rick works

Inside that too-dark park.

Deathwords, LXXXII

Grave Gerard

Gerard the plumber fears no job—

Astonishingly brave.

A sink falls on him from his truck—

He sinks into the grave. 

Deathwords, LXXXI

Lamar Loses

Lamar would wear such fancy duds—

He drank from Fashion’s cup.

A vicious tailor scissored him—

And now he lies toes up.