Epitaph

Put me in a binbag When I pass away I really don’t mind at all ‘Cos where I’m put I’’ll stay They come on Thursday morning you know In their Phoenix truck So throw me up in the back I’ll be undiscovered with any luck It’s reassuring to know you see That nobody cares at all In this time of monetary cutbacks To economise with the funeral If the council should complain Saying “ it’s not our job mate “ To cart away late personages T’is a job that we really hate The journey out wasn’t too bad The truck was in fact rather cosy The in-flight meal was garbage though And the pedestrians are rather nosy And now the sun is going down Over this council tip It really is quite nasty here I don’t think it was worth the trip