After the Funeral

Wish you were here – we’re having such fun,
The party, my friend, has only begun …

There once stood a man in your place,
You now have a smile on your face,
The man out the back has stuffed you and waxed you,
And now not a hair’s out of place.

We know that it’s not really you;
you never looked this good it’s true,
but nice for a change
to see that you’ve changed
the clothes that you wore
stained with stew.
© Peter Rowe 2004
Written at Brotherhood