It’s really CRE-mate me, which is a tough sell.
When I am dead, CRE-mate me
If my king is up a TREE, mate me.
Comparing one’s to a chessboard
Is stale, mate, and leaves you—yes—bored.
OK, that doesn’t work. Back to the drawing board or chessboard.
Whne I am dead, cremate me
Just don’t anticipate me
Do not start the fires yet
I worry that you might forget
That I’m alive and somehow let
The mourners celebrate me.
I want a small cremation
Not one of your creation
Where movie stars and famous guys
That I don’t know will eulogize
My burning body with their lies
As I await damnation.
If you’ve reserved no prior place
Then throw me in the fireplace.
Have some sherry for the ladies
If you have some prayers, say these.
Have your fun with jokes of Hades
Or some other final dire place.
Oops, over 15 lines. No matter. This isn't going anywhere.
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