Fortunately she didn’t see the epitaph on the fake tombstone because it was in miniscule print:
Here lies Damarius Butts
He had a taste for liquor;
So he stole a case,
Then quickened his pace;
But the bullet, it was quicker.
I love them!
Can any of you make an Haiku about this?
She Butts hurt
Damarius Butts was a robber
He knocked off a liquor store
But the cops caught up with this lowlife
And now he is no more.
A bullet was his score
Yeah, he was rotten to the core.