epitaph poetry

 here lies a man named rail he loved to pick his nail one night he ate some bread but it was stale then he got sick he felt like a brick then the next day he flopped like a drowning nit.

this past week we have been doing poetry and today we made a epitaph if you don't know what it is it is writing that goes on deceased peoples tombstones about how they died so we had to think of a funny habit and then make up our own person  it was really fun thinking of a rhyme hope you enjoy my poem