Mr Edwards Funeral...A Poem by Amy Azra DeanBased on a true event, it was not me thank goodness!I promised to attend this funeral, So I guess you have to go, His name was Mr Edwards, Little about him I know, I rushed to the crematorium Some of these women staring at me, Did not think ought of it, Just thought i'd let it be, Stood in the stalls for it to begin, The doors on the place shut tight, It was only then It dawned on me I was at the funeral of Mr Wight, The songs began so I had to sing, Embarrassed I curled up inside, Now I know the women staring at me, Thought I was his bit on the side. © 2013 Amy Azra DeanReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 25, 2013 Last Updated on March 25, 2013 AuthorAmy Azra DeanUnited KingdomAboutI am a filmmaker ,editor and writer. I enjoy writing humorous,lighthearted rhymes or poems which are personal to me in some way. I normally write them on my phone and collect them as I go. Then pour .. more..Writing
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