Beware Figure Skaters Poem by Lidi Monet

When I die throw my ashes
all around the rink.
Oh one more try at a double
Salchow on the brink.

Do it once when all the
figure skaters are on ice.
Please do it when dawn
is in a fight with a moon.

Throw my ashes in stages
in memory of all my cages.
Figures skaters might not cry
but at least they'll sneeze.

Play bluegrass music when
they aren't looking my dear.
They will think I am around
being a pain in figure skates.

When I die throw my ashes
all around the rink.
Never tell me about it for
I'd not dampen their door.
Particles of dust making
them slip and slide across.

Well figure skaters can
never be incinerated because
they're heart is too cold.
So just bury me under
the ice at the rink today.

Figure skaters might not cry
but at least they'll scream.
When they find my shallow
grave is not at all a dream.