Dahlia's Scalpel
Part-time embalming is joyful
Not enough to get you down
Leaves time to appreciate life
Freed from that bloody gown
Embalming can bring surprises
Cadavers turn up you once knew
This happened to young Dahlia
Its a sadistic geezer she'd blew
Chopped up in some car crash
His wife wanted a restful look
Freed from the visible causes
Her nerves would not brook
Rigor mortis had took its toll
Harry's tool reared at Dahlia
Whose feelings were mixed at
His newly redundant genitalia
She cut into red fatty cavities
Draining arteries open wide
Recalled how he'd ruined her
Nights prostrate as she cried
After injecting cavity chemicals
She went outside for a smoke
Musing what would be right
How best to despoil the bloke
Tenderly excising cold testicles
Stitching up the hole in his sac
He'd not miss those evil balls
The twat was never coming back
Grooming next, a baby powder
Gaily rammed up that hairy arse
Eye-drops into his defunct orbs
Clothes on to complete the farce
Wide open coffin his brats view
Weeping for the hero they've lost
On Dahlia's ears hang two nuts
Cut from the goolies she tossed.