Joan Rivers Poem by Ima Ryma

Plastic surgery - had so much,
I'm mistaken for Tupperware.
But my Doc has that magic touch.
I pick my nose when I am there.
Money cannot buy happiness,
But sure can pay for surgery.
A motel bedsheet, I would guess,
Has had a lot less tucks than me.
And when I die, it is my wish
For Doc to do a sweet sleep switch.
No look of a surprised catfish.
Doc knows that I made Doc quite rich.

A good Joan Rivers epitaph,
'Made and remade to make all laugh.'