Uncle Fred
It's been a month or two since we lost dear Uncle Fred
We were all a trifle mournful when the doctor pronounced him dead
And just to obey his final words, "Life must go on you know"
We brushed away our many tears and tried to forget our woe
The poor old sod was ninety-eight, he'd had a fair life's span
But there's still a burning question that we should have asked the man
Could we through a medium contact him to solve the task
It's only a little query and not too much to ask
Please dear defunct old Uncle Fred we're sorry that you're dead
But so we can get our bikes out - where's the key to the shed?
Poetry by Toonist
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Written on 2009-11-16 at 12:15
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