Harry went to doctors
had to have stethoscope
never liked Dr Proctor
as he probed and poked
you've a inflamed heart
he said with smiley grin
probably to many apple tart
and far to much Gorden gin
suggest that you now stop
before it wrecks your health
Harry went in a strop
bragged about his wealth
i'll give you five minutes
before you pass away
that'll be your limit
he died the following day
funeral was spectacular
the limousine bright pink
although it was peculiar
in the ground coffin sink
congregation stood amazed
as that coffin sunk down
Dr Proctor eyes all glazed
heard a gulping sound
quick, quick pull it out
thinking Harry is alive
then Harry began to shout
congregation they did strive
heaving and a hoeing
undoing the coffin lid
gin was freely flowing
Harry drowning like a squid
get me out he shouted
never doing those again
misses accidentally clouted
nightmare again you pain
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