Four feet by six feet
I was lowered
Encased in a deluxe coffin
Palms touching in grave piety
A fact which made my lips quiver merrily
My mourners had a great time mouthing
eulogies n heaping praises on my departed soul
I had a stitch in my side from laughter
Hearing their rhetoric
As alive I had been ornery and full of bile
With no good word for anyone
A chronic complainer and an incorrigible
hypochondriac who thrived on making
Everyone’s life miserable and
misery so loves company!!
I was a firm believer in that and ensured
that all my near n dear ones did not
have any fun at my expense
My only saving grace was my
massive wealth to which I had
clung like a true miser doling out
pennies only when absolutely required
and now as a final act of adding insult to injury
I had played a final trick on my hopeful kin
I had left all my wealth
To my butler with strict instructions
To finance an orphanage in my name
So that all those who crossed
those portals blessed my departed soul
Whilst my relatives were left sucking air!!
And my epitaph read
‘he lived and died on his own terms’!!!
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.
1844-1900, German Philosopher
At last God caught his eye.