Roast ‘em and Toast ‘em
By Larry Chadwick
It is SO true
He said we need to talk,
She saw it was no good to balk.
Eventually we will pass on,
What will you do with me when I’m gone?
I know you could put me in a box,
And bury me with the rocks.
Or you could make me burn,
And then keep me in an urn.
She was willing to do what he asked,
To keep her promise when he passed.
She felt that he could do the same,
And roast her with a flame.
He was pleased that she would comply,
And do as he asked when he would die.
But he was not about to put her in an urn,
Her request, she should know, he would spurn.
Ultimately she did what she had said,
And cremated him when he was dead.
But now she did not know what to do,
Who would honor her wish when she was through.
I felt my duty to be an honorable son,
And promised her what I'd do when she was done.
There is nothing to worry about, mom, when you die,
I’ll make sure that your butt will fry.
June 9, 2003
If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.