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 pie man
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.
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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Well said . Yet sad. Your poem serves to reflect on the nature of grief, community, and the absurdity of life, using humor to explore the emotional responses to death in a light-hearted manner. It reminds readers that loss, even of a pet, can bring people together and reveal the complexities of human relationships.
Yes, I think the dog got more mourners than the human, weird world.
Yes, I think the dog got more mourners than the human did, in this weird world.
A wonderful piece that in a way is a satire of the blackness in which we cast death. Humor the best of remedies for sadness and grief is spread thick here. Confusion reigns and out of confusion we celebrate. Actually I grieve more for the life of a faithful dog than for many men. Loved it Paul
Yeah, the dog wins hands down.
Glad to hear it
What a saga! Much enjoyed through the sadness of a passing dog. 🙏🏻🕊️
It was sad for Rover.
Was it the highlight of the week in the village of Dull? Which funeral to go to? The person or the dog?!
It was a major decision that took a lot of alcohol to resolve, and still getting resolved.
Paul, this cracked me up…the chaos, the characters, the absurdity piling on line by line. It’s dark, funny, and so perfectly off-kilter. And of course…the dog steals the whole show. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dogs rock in Dull.
Indeed! Dogs just rock, imho! LOL!
And in Dull village it is discussed for years - who said what to whom and why they are still not speaking...oh a live and dynamic culture is rich and flowing in that village of...what's its name....
Got their own dog cemetery.
Humans they throw out with the waste, it's like a win-win.
Such a shame when a dog passes Paul.
Andy
It sure is, especially in Dull.
some mourn, others just gather to gossip, for some it's their trade..
It sure is.
unfortunately yes - and it continues to be so...
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