When off this mortal coil I shuffle
let no one ever start to snuffle;
write my obit with some verve
(and not about what I deserve.)
The jokes, the gags, the lousy poems --
my antipathy to garden gnomes.
Let all my quirks and follies shine
as to the sod I realign;
so I can summon one more laugh
once the Lord has pulled the gaff.
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