(1/2) She was on vacation with her husband and they were scoping out graveyards on the way, as you do when she saw it. Rising out of the old cemetery, big as an old (macabre) telephone pole. Was this some kind of bizarre art piece the authorities hadn't gotten wise to yet?
There was a gloomy donkey, who lived a gloomy life
He had three gloomy children beside his gloomy wife
He lived upon a gloomy yard and worked his gloomy trade
By digging lots of gloomy graves with just his gloomy spade
But then one gloomy evening within that gloomy yard
The donkey dug a grave so deep it dug up something hard
All clean and pale and beautiful with pretty, pearly teeth
A pair of mighty curling horns but what lay underneath?