Funeral Rites.
So he was dead and she would do him proud.
Insurance money was enough to buy
polished pine, brass handles, fine silken shroud
and horses with their plumes - a grand good-bye.
The undertaker made his notes and smiled.
She asked that he employ his subtle arts
to glue her husband’s wig, that slid and piled
behind his head and spoiled the laying out.
The funeral went well, it even rained.
Everyone declared it “A right good do.”
Time came for settlement of the bill.
The widow paid in full and even deigned
offer some extra for the wig- the glue.
“No glue. But just a shilling for the nail!”
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