WREATH

THERE'S A WREATH ON OUR HOUSE FOR THE MAN NEXT DOOR

BECAUSE HE ISN'T HOME TO HANG IT

HE DIED YESTERDAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

AND WAS BURIED THIS MORNING, DANG IT!

WHEN THE MAIL COMES AND WE PAY THE BILL

WILL HE REMEMBER WE WERE REALLY GOOD FOLK

OR WILL HE JUST DECAY AND ROT AWAY?

WHAT A NASTY WAY TO CROAK

C.K.Roshong 1993