Wasted Space
Without a body, a mortuary is wasted space
Empty as a tomb most days of the week,
A pity when the homeless need a lovely place
Living in a funeral home would be rather bleak.
Empty as a tomb most days of the week
Filled with nice appointments, spacious room
Living in a funeral home would be rather bleak,
For funeral homes smell of doom and gloom.
Filled with nice appointments, spacious room
Most ordinary folks don’t like to come around,
For funeral homes smell of doom and gloom
Although they’ve beautiful lawns I have found.
Most ordinary folks don’t like to come around
So, the mortician spends his time cutting grass,
Although they’ve beautiful lawns I have found
I think cutting grass in a suit and tie is crass.
So the mortician spends his time cutting grass
Awaiting a call to come and pick up a body
I think cutting grass in a suit and tie is crass,
But funeral directors never like to look shoddy.
Awaiting a call to come and pick up a body
A pity when the homeless need a lovely place,
But funeral directors never like to look shoddy
Without a body, a mortuary is wasted space.
Written October 13, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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