Typo on the tombstone

We cried hard as a family

When my momma died.

Despite my bad baddy.

She always tried.

His rage and his whiskey

Sent her to her grave

Made hell of her lifetime

By the way he behaved.

He put a typo on her tombstone

His final act

he was a coward and a rascal

And that’s just a fact

Her put a typo on her tombstone

Her maiden name

Wasn’t enough to just kill her

He tried to shroud her in shame

But she’s laughing down from heaven

At that lonesome man

She’s started learning what he

Don’t understand

Life’s full of typos from

Beginning to end

the mistakes we make we can

Tell to our friends.

Theirs a typo on her tombstone and

She doesn’t care

The essence of a typo is

Gets fixed in the end.