Saturday, February 10, 2018

The Ballad of Miroslav Barinsky

Miroslav Jubert Hans Barinsky
was fond of candied apricot whiskey
and drank so much, so cheerfully, so often
that they stuffed six bottles into his coffin
then down the side of a mountain on skis
they sent it, helped by sail and breeze
past the graveyard and off a cliff 
poor Miroslav...come to this. 
_______

a silly 55 for my BFF.

10 comments:

WildChild47 said...

An early morning laugh is just so on my cards here - thank you! Sounds like a reasonable way to go - Cheers!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Between the name, the photo, the excellent rhyming and the tale told, it was a delight.

hedgewitch said...

Poor poor unfortunate Miroslav. Life is not easy for bon vivants in totalitarian countries, and they must seek comfort in whatever form they can...after Supreme Attorney General's directive forbidding catnip, what else is a poor kitteh to do? At least he was allowed, after all his years of diplomatic work securing treaties with the English Bulldogs, the full state Ski Funeral. (Thankfully for my nasal passages and keyboard, I had no hot beverages in my hand while reading this.)

razzamadazzle said...

What a delight to read the misfortunes of the poor Miroslav!

Toni Spencer said...

This is wonderful. Poor Miraslav. I laughed heartily at this. The photo is priceless.

Sioux Roslawski said...

The older I get, the more I think deaths like this would be the way to go...

grapeling said...

I have skier friends who do this, more or less ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

The title was enough to hook me. What a way to go.

Magaly Guerrero said...

It's good to have friends who remember to weight-down your properly, so that one can fly past the grave... or the graveyard, at least.

brudberg said...

Ha... great to at least get some bottles in the coffin...