Haste

A family has been a bit too enthusiastic to fit in with the new fashions

To be cremated they say, is the new coming thing
To wonder off into  flames while the living still sing
To end your existence as ashes and dust
For all new cadavers it's really a must.

So when old Jeffrey died, on foreign ice slopes
We hurried him back in good spirits, high hopes
With no time to delay we dressed him up nice
And payed for the burning at quite a good price

The service was good, with nice songs from the preist
We mourned that, for Jeffrey, existence had ceased
And when the time came, into fire he slid
And we stood, and we watched, as he banged on the lid

Author's Note

Just a little bit of morbid fun. I know this poem feels unfinished as well but I'm doing my best to think up a last stanza.

Reviews

[Simpleasures]

No, it's perfect! Don't add anymore. This piece made my day. I needed this laugh!

[DiMar4u]

interesting.








*not sound, not fury, not wanting, or rage
can salvage a soul that won't turn the page.
so don't you go wandering, it's fine time to learn,
'lest like young jeffrey you might find time to burn.

[DarkLovingRaven]

I think i would want to be cremated because i love fire a lot. Just the thought of the feel of fire. You have brought me chills. Well done to you!

[MissWordSmith]

love the line "as he banged on the lid."
I might not agree on your views you put forth in this poem but i do think the rhyming and tempo was fantastic.

[Vesa Lee]

Perfect! ^-^

[Unwelcomeguest]

I know what you mean. I'll see what I can do.

[Vesa Lee]

This made me laugh and feel guilty all at once.
>>>>>
And when the time came, into fire he slid
And we stood, and we watched, as he banged on the lid
>>>>>
Poor, poor Jeffery... XD
The first to fines of the last stanza were a -tad- cumbersome, but other than that I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.
Well writ!