This is not really the place to post this, but it does have bearing on the background between me and Flakey.
To cut a very, long, hard story short, in June my mum died from a grade 4 (read worst there is) tumour of the brain, but my management team were unable to bite their tongues as you will see shortly.
Anyway, this is the eulogy poem I wrote:
To cut a very, long, hard story short, in June my mum died from a grade 4 (read worst there is) tumour of the brain, but my management team were unable to bite their tongues as you will see shortly.
Anyway, this is the eulogy poem I wrote:
Bill, Bill! Get away from the edge
You know I don’t like it,
When you go near the ledge.
Pat was afraid of ledges and heights
But most all she gave us all the frights
Bill, Bill!
There’s a bee, there’s a bee!!
Running around the garden
trying to flee.
Pat was allergic to the honey-bees tail
How we would laugh as her arms would flail
Bill, Bill!
Just look at the water,
Get out there now
and do what you oughta,
Pat was afraid of being flooded and wet
But we live on a hill so it’s not flooded yet
Bill, Bill!
Don’t dare answer that door
The house is a mess,
And I must tidy some more.
Pat was house-proud to all our frustrations
We surely missed out on social occasions
Bill, Bill!!
There’s ants in the kitchen!!
I’m sat on the sofa
and I can’t stop itchin’
Pat was an ant-killer you can all see that clearly,
but she was our mum and we will miss her dearly
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