A Posteriori Justice
Dear friends, we gather here today
to see Old Windbag on his way,
so he may rest. But peace is ours,
for while he fertilizes flowers,
he cannot treat us rancorously,
dispense contempt cantankerously,
or twist our phrases front to back,
feign pious rage, then blow his stack.
A pain in the proverbial ass,
he passed his crassness off as class.
Now sweet revenge, his casket's here,
pre-customized by a coffineer.
Its lid's a window from which moons
his bottom like two white balloons.
May this goodbye reward his reign:
Farewell to hell, you ass in the pane!
[This message has been edited by Porridgeface (edited July 08, 2001).]
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