Gun Salute To Mortician
Much finer than she was battling with death,
Nicer than when she had survivor’s breath
Returned to her hurt face the freshest health;
Like one who’d begun anew to test wealth…
Twenty-One Gun Salute to Mortician:
For Morticians I’d turn a musician
In all my songs rank one Perfect Magician;
I wouldn’t trouble the word ‘Beautician’…
Then, cash does motivate a last wonder:
Her husband had for this sold his Honda
To delay one’s commitment Real Blunder
In death you still tore loved one asunder…
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