It Is, My Funeral!!
It is, MY funeral!
I'll wear white in November
If I choose to.
It is, My funeral!
I'll have the Bee Gees
Greatest hits blasting
If it pleases me.
The final decisions
I will ever make,
If you don't like them
Then boycott my wake!
I want "crying" and "wailing"
All over the place,
And even better if a few
Would muster a faint.
My eulogy, which I have written,
Must be recited, with the
Clearest of diction.
I want Orchids, Roses
And Calla Lily's too
Carnations are cheap,
They just won't do.
My pictures of thirty years prior,
I have digitally remastered,
There's to be "oohs" and "aahs"
All over the place.
Everyone is required,
To have a tear streaked face,
And if someone should require
The paramedics, that would be
A nice added touch.
Words like beautiful, striking
And gorgeous will do, with several,
I can't believe she's gone too.
The pallbearers, I've chosen
Has taken me some time,
Six buff hunks, dressed to the nines,
They'll see that I get
To the cemetery in style.
Last but not least, I have personally
Prepared the dinner,
Make sure It's defrosted, before my funeral.
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