Happy Days of the Dead

I think I’ve said in an earlier post how much I love the artwork of this holiday. Every year I swear I am going to decorate and every year I fail and instead offer up a morbid epitaph. The “calaveras literarias” are becoming a tradition for me. And, yes, tonight is grocery night. And, yes, sadly, I have run from grocery stores.

Here Lies McClurg (2012)

He hated the grocery store–
A nightmare more than a chore.
So sad he bid adieu
while looking for glue,
Now he’s the clean-up–aisle two.

Here Lies McClurg (2011)

Slowly her hand was raised.
The others all thought she was brave.
But she wasn’t prepared–
for when the question was aired
her teacher just stopped and he stared.

And here’s a moldy oldy:

Here Lies McClurg (2010)

He had but only one wish,
To play in his native English,
But his eyes, they teared,
As he sniffed and he feared,
“They’ll only remember the beard!”