Couple of mean old farts ain’t we!?
Oh not really mean, here is some poetry to comfort the
Great Man on his final journey.
Epitaph on the Politician Himself
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician’s corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept : for I had longed to see him hanged.
~~Hillarie Belloc
Epitaph
Posterity will ne’er survey
A nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of a Kennedy
Stop traveller, and piss.
Apologies to
~~Lord Byron