His Last Wishes Poem by George Hunter

His Last Wishes



My name is Bud and I have one thing to say.
If you'll do this for me it will make my day.
When I die I have but one behest
Consider it my last request.
Oh bury me not in a cemetery plot
In a narrow slot where my bones would rot.
Instead bury me out on the open sea
Where the wild waves toss and the wind blows free.
Please do this because I swear
It's my fervent wish and my dying prayer.

So on the day he died we put him in our boat
Weighed him down so he wouldn't float.
Sailed way out on the ocean wide
Didn't want him washed up on the tide.
Said a prayer to Neptune, the God of the deep
And asked the good Lord his soul to keep.
Sang a few verses of The Navy Hymn
About that time the light grew dim.
Put him on a plank and at the count of three
Slid him off gently into the deep blue sea.
We wanted to honor his very last wish
Which was to be eaten by the fish.

Later on we pondered just what we had done
And figured we had done right by that son-of-a-gun
Now when we're eating our seafood dinners
We often wonder if we're saints or sinners.
Sometimes when our entree tastes a little muddy
We all make a toast to our old pal Buddy!

Sunday, February 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Humor
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