
Here at rest is poor Tom Jones,
Who spent his life collecting bones?
Until death that grim and boneless spectre,
The all amazing bone collector,
Boned old Jones all neat and tidy.
Here lies Jones all bona-fide
Who spent his life collecting bones?
Until death that grim and boneless spectre,
The all amazing bone collector,
Boned old Jones all neat and tidy.
Here lies Jones all bona-fide
Say bo-na-fie-dee
The above painting was painted onsite where I found this poem