My Second Wife
My second wife?
I treasured her.
I'd like to think
I pleasured her.
And when she died
I measured her
for a cardboard coffin
in the "leisure area"
(aka the back garden).
In the dank depths of the night,
no mourners, tears or sounds,
the cat looked on and yawned
as I put her in the ground.
The council came a-calling.
They said it was appalling.
They said there were 'rules'.
I called them all fools
which they seemed to find quite galling.
So now Wife Number 2
rests where the others do.
B.R. 24.05.2021
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