My friends grow old and another departs,
And with his passing I reflect:
I’ll have to share heaven with a load of old farts.
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Michael Edwards (
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Love the sentence at the end, gave me quite the smile on a short poem dedicated to a dear one, my condolences. Wonderful poem.
Thanks Adam - another one like it tomorrow.
Yes, I will be there as well, shall we share a bottle of red or white?
Red for - a Merlot - maybe not one of the best varieties but to my mind one of the most consistent and reliable.
OK I shall bring the glasses.
Aww, are they all farts?! Oohh! lol.
Hummmm - should I have marked this for over 18s - am I in trouble?
Me 18+ watchdog might bark (woof! not now Rover!). heehee.
Ha ha ha - who but you could think up an last line like that !! A smilngly good read.
If you don't smile you might just as well be dead so keep smiling !!
That'll be a smelly place! I do so hope that you don't find a certain 'trump' there as well.
We'll all be trumping up there - do they serve baked beans in heaven?
And the angels dined upon peas pudding before their trumpet practice.
McTavish is dead ~ an' his Brother don't know it
His Brother is dead ~ an' McTavish don't know it
There's both o' them dead ~ an' they're in the same bed
And neither one knows that t'other one's DEAD !
At the inquest they blamed CO from parafine heater !
Thanks for sharing MIKE Morbid poems often funniest
Please check my Poem today "Dancing & Romancing"
Yours as always BRIAN & ANGELA.
love the ode Brian - thanks for looking in.
Michael,
Love it!
No worries...
sharing is good!
Only one thing...
let’s not forget the wine!🍷
~Laura ~
Ah the wine - err - and the gin - err and the whishky - err an der beer. err an hic whatever
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Haha! You too funny. They gonna smell it up?
You bet - with cow dung - put the washing out for that fresh smell and it came in smelling like .....yuk. But I love living in the country with the open vistas and livestock.
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