This is a favorite poem from childhood. It is from the Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark book that is still a favorite of mine. Would you believe that I memorized this poem in 3rd grade and then shared it with my entire class for Show and Tell.
Never laugh when a hearse goes by
for you may be the next to die
they'll wrap you in a big white sheet
from your head down to your feet
then put you in a big black box
and cover you up with dirt and rocks
all goes well for about a week
then your coffin begins to leak
worms crawl in, worms crawl out
worms play pinochle on your snout
your stomach turns a slimy green
and puss pours out like whipping cream
you spread it on a slice of bread
that's what you eat when you are dead.
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