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Farewell Bill

I’m mourning over my old mate Bill; the old codger’s no longer alive. Yes, the old ‘bugger’s given up smoking and stumps are at eighty-five. No more gambling and joking or swearing; he finished his long drinking spree. But he’s left us a little concerned; out here death usually comes by three. Sure enough old Lilac Towt who lived not far down the track heard about Bill and got such a shock that she had a heart attack. Then ‘bugger me dead’ the very next day, at Bill’s wake as I bent my elbow, I hear a bloke ‘carked’ it out on a farm - he was someone I didn’t know. I arranged to take the day off to pay my respects for old Bill. I’ll chuck in a stubby and playboy when they lower him down on ‘Boot Hill’. I did hear somewhere on the grapevine, the Church wants to bid him farewell, but cripes they are a late runner ‘cause Bill’s bought his ticket to hell. I sat in a pew amongst strangers, listening to the sobs and the sighs. Some bloke stood up in the pulpit and started reading a whole pack of lies! He said Bill was no more than a humble man. I frowned as others did nod. He spoke in terms of a wholesome life devoted to family and God. I thought to myself ‘you hypocrite!’ Bill would cringe at what he heard said. There was not a good word for him alive but they talk like this when he’s dead. Fancy telling all he’s a family man, everyone knows he’s been divorced twice, and the ‘bull’ about devotion to God; blaspheming was Bill’s biggest vice. This raving about his clean living; the feelings toward his darling wife, and how he had been a temperate man never touching grog in his life. Saying he’d give away his right arm with a passion to help everyone! This is Bill they’re talking about - I know what he’s bloody done! Cripes! He’s been in the clink for point-o-five and disrupting other folks lives. He had feelings for the opposite sex and they’re usually other bloke’s wives. He’d give away his homing pigeons; nothing lent could find its way back, And he’s known as the bloke who’d lift anything, so we called him ‘hydraulic jack!’ So I stood up in that Church - complained of the eulogy read out for Bill. I said “Why don’t you lot tell the truth instead of this pompous pathetic overkill. He wasn’t the man you blokes talked about and I feel ashamed because, you’ve made me feel I’m at the wrong funeral” - you know I ‘bloody-well’ was!

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Date: 8/13/2020 8:22:00 PM
Absolutely one of the funniest poems I've ever read. Your talent is monumental, Lindsay. I think--in seriousness--you should be the poet laureate of Australia. Hugs, Paul
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 8/19/2020 9:55:00 PM
Hello Paul ... I don't know about that. To be honest with you I just enjoy writing humorous poetry. Thank you for the huge leg up Paul - Lindsay
Date: 8/12/2020 11:16:00 AM
Bill would have been laughing in his coffin on hearing that one, ha ha ha, I can just see it now, all heads turned, you retreating slowly out of the church, the glaring widow's eyes upon you and your burning cheeks, total killer . . . ; )
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 8/19/2020 9:53:00 PM
Hello Indiana ... a funeral is not the place to make mistakes like this. You will be remembered long after the body in the coffin, but not in the way you'd like to be - thanks Indiana - Lindsay
Date: 7/16/2020 10:26:00 AM
Most entertaining (as usual) Lindsay, and the end line sure cracked me up!! ~ Best regards // paul
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 7/25/2020 10:42:00 PM
Hello Paul ... that punch line does make you cringe a bit after speaking your mind - thanks again Paul - Lindsay
Date: 7/13/2020 8:40:00 PM
You weren't at the wrong funeral, my friend. They just switched caskets at the last minute. lol. Cheers, Gershon
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 7/25/2020 10:39:00 PM
G'day Gershon ... more than likely got the eulogy speech mixed up, but of course anything can happen at a funeral and the 'star' never complains - thanks Gershon - Lindsay
Date: 7/13/2020 2:34:00 PM
The Voice of Experience racks up another winner! Well done! Aloha! Rico
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 7/25/2020 10:36:00 PM
Thanks Rico ... I'm sure you would have been scratching your head at funeral; wondering if you were at the right one when you heard a eulogy - Lindsay
Date: 7/13/2020 3:50:00 AM
Haha that's a killer, I didn't see that one coming. Brilliant Lindsay, love the humour. Tom
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 7/25/2020 10:34:00 PM
G'day Tom ... there's a good chance, the bloke in the box didn't see it coming either. Pleased you enjoyed this one Tom - Lindsay
Date: 7/12/2020 7:22:00 PM
Lindsay~ you truth teller you. Enjoyed this...as I have had the same feelings at services for those gone.)) Panagiota Written with excellence as usual~
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 7/25/2020 10:23:00 PM
Hello Panagiota ... that's exactly where I got an idea that there was a poem here, when I heard a eulogy read out that certainly wasn't the bloke I knew. You always an encouraging comment, and I appreciate this Panagiota - Lindsay

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