Rover

The funeral was well attended

Nobody came

It was sad in a way

Clashed with the dog passing away

There was a friend with a leg

When I say a leg

I actually mean two

Though he had the flu

The Priest nearly made it

But he passed too

The butcher discussed it with the baker

In the newsagents where the notice was placed

Was it his wife who put it in

Well yes, to begin

Then a black guy called Fred

Placed another, hopefully dead

Followed by Titch

Who looked quite rich

But was really his bitch

Not to detract from Simon

Frowned the butcher, calling him pieman

Though, that was simplistic

The florist  cried foul

She had the contract

But just for a while

It was left to the undertaker

Wade

Who had to subcontract

When thieves stole his spade

Joe from the pub

With the maths degree

Discussed the angles

Buried under a tree

Bernadette, at the bookmakers

Had to agree

Rushing off to mass

Father Joe listened with glee

It was a trying day in the village of Dull

The pub was in mourning

There was a definite lull

But one thing was agreed

As they slowly got pissed

Rover the dog

Would surely be missed.