If It Was Not Bad Enough

IF IT WAS NOT BAD ENOUGH Now If It was not bad enough popping your clogs As the years go by they want to dig you up again The nearer to the coffin, you can hear the knocks Suddenly gone; are my all rightly rights to remain I paid for this plot with my own hard earned cash With the strict instructions that I remain in peace As on my coffin they’re giving it an untimely bash With no regard what-so-ever, to my eternal lease My grave for a car park, hell, they need the space My view of the yew trees, as now no longer there Now moved in a council cemetery such a disgrace And all of my bones mishandled without due care I am now facing north instead of the sunny south Far too near to a busy road, with all of that noise And as to my grave stone, that I am now without The lawn mower now cuts over me, it just annoys All my days of peacefulness have drawn to an end And not even chance of a refund on my other plot Here for eternity; a disruptive life, I will now spend In this sodden earth, I remain now eternally to rot Had I known better, I'd have got buried elsewhere In a grand mausolem, somewhere high upon a hill Out in the country side, with more space to spare Where I would remain peacefully as so was my will Indiana Shaw . . . "Mind, King Richard III had it so much worse, they just left him underneath the car park" . . . : /