Uncle Albert Poem by Clive Blake

He was always
Known to everyone as
Uncle Albert,
He used to sign all
My birthday cards as
Uncle Albert,
He used to turn around
When I shouted
Uncle Albert,
He was who we visited
When we went to see
Uncle Albert.

But I'm sorry to say,
He's now belated,
Sadly passed away,
Dead and cremated,
And what I
Can't understand,
And what I am
Eager to learn,
Why has everyone
Stopped calling him
Uncle Albert,
And started
Calling him
Uncle Urn?