There was only a graveside service.

It mattered not what the preacher said.

People didn’t come to pay respect,

But to applaud that the man was dead.


He was known for his evil pastimes,

He was hated by those all around.

Stories were shared about the deceased,

And they clapped when he went in the ground.


“How sad,” the preacher spoke to the crowd,

“Did this man not do anything right?”

The town dentist then broke the silence,

“For a bad guy his teeth were sure white.”

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Marlene Tucker, a native of Haslet, Texas, makes her home on a farm just outside Axtell with her husband, Bill. She says there is a poetic story in almost everything. Email her at