The Funeral Poem by Allan James Saywell

What sort of funeral have you arranged Dick
Just a quick burn Harry
No service, no casket, no flowers
Invite only
How many people will be there Dick
None Harry, Zilch, zero, nought
What about the wake Dick
Invite only Harry
What sort of food and drink
Will be at the wake Dick
Nought Harry, no ones invited
He cant stand crowds Harry
Hello Tom, your very quiet
Not half as quiet as your going to be
After your quick burn Dick