Comfort and Joy

It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was,  I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds get a technicolour funeral
He was beyond reason
Not helped when rumours of por*o magazines started circulating
He told me straight, marry my daughter and I’ll kill myself
So we married in haste
But he didn’t keep his promise
What a waste
Still, when that great oak fell on top of his new shed
I had a grin from ear to ear
It was like the chainsaw massacre, but more fun
It was about that time you found god
I found your sister
You forgave me, I was weak
She was pregnant, sixteen weeks
Your dad went mad, he said I was the devil incarnate
Then he dropped dead
They looked at me in horror, in dread
Like it was something I said
Do something they cried
I didn’t know any songs, so I punched him between the eyes
He was definitely dead
I carried the coffin
The least  I could do
I shed a tear, maybe two
We decided to scatter his ashes over his pride and joy
But they couldn’t be found
The crematorium were in shock, people were running around
It was like he just disappeared
I was agog
Couldn’t see the mist for the smog
Later that day, just to console
I produced a big rocket
Really his soul
I set it off, and said goodbye
They had a little cry
It climbed high in the sky
They gave a sigh
Should it not explode
Well it is supposed to go with a bang
Just then it made its descent
It was like he was heaven sent
Plummeting to earth
Mad as hell
We all dived for cover
Just as well
She screamed, oh god, oh boy
No need to tell you where he landed
Okay then
His comfort and joy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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November 9, 2024 at 9:37 AM
You really described this one so well.. a bit dark but also tender... great poetry Paul..
Bell Avatar
November 10, 2024 at 4:02 AM
He did go out with a bang.
Proxenos Avatar
November 7, 2024 at 7:34 AM
We all have a difficult or unwanted family member even if they are twice removed. Enjoyed your humor in this poem, darkish though it was. Blessings, Jennifer.
Bell Avatar
November 7, 2024 at 10:41 AM
We think of him every November.
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November 4, 2024 at 2:28 PM
oh tidings of comfort and joy, god rest him, the merry gentleman ;)
Bell Avatar
November 5, 2024 at 1:50 AM
What is it with guys and sheds.
Goldsmith Avatar
November 4, 2024 at 11:57 AM
WOW!!! What a write you have here... Have a blessed day writing away............
Bell Avatar
November 5, 2024 at 1:51 AM
Thanks, Paula.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 4, 2024 at 5:51 AM
Great dark humor in this one! I’m glad I have no one like that in my life. Applause…a great poem. Fave
Bell Avatar
November 4, 2024 at 10:55 AM
He'll haunt you now. lol
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