Poem of the Week: Epitaph- Sent as a Hint to Water Drinkers
I just stumbled across this little guy in the April 25, 1807 edition of the Portsmouth Oracle.
Epitaph
Sent as a hint to water drinkers
Here lies Ned Rand, who on a sudden
Left off roast beef, for hasty pudding
Forsook old stingo, mild and stale,
And every drink for Adam's ale;
'Till flesh and blood, reduced to batter
Consisting of mere flour and water,
Which wanting salt to keep out must,
And heat to bake it to a crust,
Moulder'd and crumbled into dust.
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I'm having trouble figuring out what the message is here
"Things could always be worse." - Buddy Bell
If You Quit
Drinking you’ll die.
I used to be an A's fan until they left town and got good.
by philofthenorth on Mar 25, 2009 6:25 PM EDT up reply actions
That's What She...................
I used to be an A's fan until they left town and got good.
by philofthenorth on Mar 27, 2009 10:54 PM EDT up reply actions
The only healthy life is an unhealthy life
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