The Mad Poet Attends His Own Funeral

a comedy

Plastic bagged with pork chops,

littered before a shop,

the mad poet fishes his lower jaw.

A black snail slimes up the main road,

one fat drummer punishes his gutbucket,

and the brass band plays not just slightly atonal.

Strange stop at traffic lights, churchbells hammering,

a van full of disinfectant snakes past, flags drip saints

as choirboys in trainers giggle.

He was a crazy b*****d, always talking to himself,

scribbling on litte bits of paper, looking for his glasses

and singing doodedoo as he sat on the toilet.

Reviews

[Jibey]

A gutsy kind of poem, paced with strong images and nicely splattered with humour...

... comedy indeed

[Richard Layne]

This poem is hilarious. i love the last stanza.

[Muse]

This is fab! I was going to call this MAD...but I see the title...it's appropriate. Thanks for the laugh Leslie.

Muse

[Brandon S. Whitten]

I attended my own funeral, it was a moment I won't forget. Love the imagery and humor.

[hmm]

I enjoyed this write, loved the begining of it.

[...]

. amazing ...
. i love this character ...

[Emily B]

at the end of my life, if the eulogy reads like the above - I will consider my life well spent