Inspired by the funeral of Sir Norman Buchan MP
I do not want him there
or him, him or him.
Revenge is a sweet dish
best served up quite cold.
What could be colder
amongst all my friends,
mingling, smiling,
patronising - there.
My dear you must promise
to stop them from coming,
in writing preferably
to make the point clear.
I can only rest easy
secure at the last
knowing those crocodiles
cannot be there
Please see this for me,
my final request.
Do this I ask of you;
I thank you my dear.
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