Cremation

CREMATION - Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also He wants his bones No more grown To her, he groans… Wants loss of bones That is, Cremation! He wants to lose That precious body No chance for a last toddy That route couldn’t keep Those healthy bones So it is she who’ll acquiesce And lose her bones, his bones, no moans That is, Cremation! His wife, instead Enjoys their bed She wants to visit Him, without limit Though gone, she’d like to see His bones together, then Underneath the green, no mind the weather Please! No Cremation Visiting him over the dark sky Underneath that green bed No one could ever emit a sigh For, it is known, all others will tread. Marriage ‘til death departed? This gal won’t see him martyred Her bones beside his bones Or left to her, not his, moans. He’d like to have sister’s no-bones In with us! So-La! La! Setting up a threesome Ending that freesome. No more, the Twosome! About it, make no bones Cremations don’t go like loans Paid off, reverse no possibility Done, there’s now no probability. Gone, the bones to other energies Try o try to find those synergies Gone, is the dust forevermore, Now - the ashes - you must store. Gone, the body, evermore. Ashes to ashes, so it is said While here, be sure to enjoy your bed. Cremation, Darnation! (to be read loud + emphatically) Carol Rae Bradford March 2, 2006 9:00 am thru 10:00 am