The Not-Deceased, Age 60
This no-bituary appears in print,
not to tell you where and when he went
it's merely just to give a hint
he's started on a brand new stint
Forget-you-not's at all his intent,
you'll still see him if you kind of squint
please do not cry; do not lament
he's merely paused on this ascent
In lieu of flowers, please do consent
to a donation of roughly ten percent
(as long as that won't leave you skint)
fond memories, for to supplement
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