The Ballad Of Marty Brown

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Unrelated to anything, a pointless poem which doesn't quite scan:

The Ballad Of Marty Brown

Six feet down, they buried Marty Brown,
Only to find, he'd climb right out the ground.
Buried in a hole it took three men to make;
Eight feet of earth and still it wouldn't take.

Ten feet down, re-buried Marty Brown,
Weighted down with stones, underneath the mound;
Once again to find, at the dawning of the sun,
Despite all the mud, from the grave he'd sprung.

"Cast him in the sea!" Poor old Marty Brown.
He wouldn't stay buried, but maybe he would drown;
Back upon the shore, they had a mighty lurch,
For there was Marty Brown, singing in the church.

"Set him alight! Toast that Marty Brown!
Water didn't work? Burn the bastard down!"
Everyone came, to take a little turn.
Two dozen torches, and still he wouldn't burn.

They'd even tried bricks, thrown at Marty Brown;
They'd tried everything and still he hung around.
No more plans, they just sat around and cried.
Till up came Marty, to ask them all "who died?"

"Damn it all, man, naughty Marty Brown!
The dead shouldn't walk, just lie under the ground!"
"I'm stone cold dead? Then I guess I should behave!"
And lo and behold, Marty jumped back in his grave!

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