A Tired Woman’s Epitaph 

Here lies a poor woman who was always tired.
She lived in a house where no help was hired.
Her last words on earth were, “ Dear friends I am going,
Where washing ain’t done, nor sweeping or sewing.
But everything is exact to my wishes,
For where they don’t eat, there will be no washing of dishes.
I will be where loud anthems will always be ringing,
But having no voice, I’ll be clear of the singing. Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never,
I’m going to do nothing, for ever and ever!”.