“Oi, come over here chap. Lookie – that lass is dead inn’it?”
“I’m not sure, why’s his mouth still open? His tongue’s sticking out mate.”
“Well merlin’s beard! That lass looks like Larry!”
“Larry? That midget kid who has his own pansy little garden? HOHOHAHHA, how did HE die? Get trampled by an ASS?”
“Oh stop it Jacob, I liked him, he was a good boy when he was yung’, used to fetch me my water.”
“Well all you did was treat him like a slave didn’tcha?”
“… I say we move him from the road.”
“No way am I touching a dead body mate, you do it.”
“Fine, but at least give me that cart over there so I can push him on it.”
Jacob rolled the cart over, and the good Samaritan placed Larry’s body gingerly on it. They rolled it away into the day, away from the village, away and away.
And so ends, the path of Larry,
His story unsung, no mention of glory,
Not a drop of his blood, spilled from his corpse,
But a dead body nonetheless, filling the morgue.
He was a good boy, a young boy, a boy at heart,
It is evil, for that pepper to tear him apart,
Farewell Larry Jives, for it has been fun,
Now rest in peace my friend, for it has been done.
[Gong]
[Gong]
[gong]
[..gong]
[….]