When I die my destiny
Is already fated
As my wife plans
To have me cremated
Then she will use my ashes
In a trice
Confined within
An egg timing device
Her reasoning is simple
To be truthful
That I will at least
In death be useful
As in life revenge for
My eternal toil
Is to finish before
She's come to the boil

Comments
DandelionSeeds | September 22, 2008 - 12:06
Eye-catching poem indeed.A very interesting use of words i did notice that you seemed to have described yourself as useless, in other words better dead then alive. I would disagree,needless to say; your poem has impacted me.
love,
DandelionSeeds