Best Crematory Poems

I've been working in the crematory,
All the livelong sob story,
Can’t you hear the gas jets breathing?
Play too close and you’ll get urned.
Plus we only queue up two-a-day,
So you could really mess us up,
too.
Till six o’clock when on the dot,
The valves are turned to plumb true,
The...

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One day, my hair will turn gray,
And my skin will sag,
My legs will shiver when I walk;
And for the last time, I'll look back 
To the memories we made.

The way we shared our lives,
The way we laughed & cried 
Through the waves of our lives;
Those...

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