Grave Humour Poem by Terry Donovan

They stood at the graveside, two strangers
But so much in common to share;
One was his wife, one his mistress.
Both of them had to be there.

Marge was the girl in the office,
The reason he always worked late.
She loved him but he only used her.
Another sad victim of fate.

Tina, his wife of a lifetime,
Was the woman who buttered his bread,
Ironed his shirts, did the cooking
And nursed him until he was dead.

Now they stood while he was buried,
Each with a pain in her heart,
Mourning a life that had ended
Of which each was such a big part.

Then a voice from the grave had them startled.
It said 'From now on the grass could be greener.
Look to your futures with passion.
Don't cry for me, Marge and Tina'.