Oh, how his wife wept
As his body was lowered
A sad spectacle
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By the waterfront is where it started
Lunch in hand, ticket in the other
Fighting just for one day’s work
While the river flows without a care
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The secret about me that no one knows
I love the feel of a woman’s soft skin
The way it looks when a woman’s hair flows
I want to know the beauty held within
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A Funeral In 17 Syllables Or Less
Oh, how his wife wept
As his body was lowered
A sad spectacle
“There there, now my dear.
“He’s somewhere better, ” I said
As I dried her eyes
She leaned on my hand
“But I still wish he was here”
“We all do, my dear.”
The service was fast
I had said the eulogy
My eyes had watered
He was a dear friend
And yet, little do they know
That I did him in