Malodorous Relatives By Night
A grave is not a flowerbed
According to my Uncle Fred
But, rather, like a compost heap;
From it foul odors seep
They seep like fumes from Uncle Fred
As noxious as if he were dead
Perhaps he is; we never check
We dare not touch his neck
His neck is green and brown and red
And loiters in the garden shed
Among the rusty spades and rakes
And countless other bad mistakes
Mistakes like those of Uncle Fred
Display a character ill-bred
A man who never washed his socks
And left his nieces with the pox
The pox that Uncle Fred had spread
Like grains of rice when maids are wed
Was soon dispersed thoughout the town
From 'Star and Garter' to 'The Crown'
And yet how fondly we recall
The thrill of it all
| Contributors: | Kevin Andrew Murphy, F, will h, Helen Owly, Chevalier, Hillbeck, loaf, Kansas Sam. |
| Poem finished: | 31st July 2006 by Kansas Sam. |