MY NEIGHBOUR'S EULOGY
and he went round and round a boating lake
and he was shouting I'm going to die, I'm going to die
and he came a weedy third in a Tarzan competition
and it was at a holiday camp in Bognor
and his voice broke while singing in the choir
and it was at Guildford Cathedral
and he passed a girl's school each morning
and they came to the fence to chant his name
and he had shoulder length hair
and a man leant out of a car
and he shouted Hey sexy, what's your number!
and he really believed that dancing with arms overhead
and wiggling his butt while yelling woo-hoo was the sexy
and when circumcised his cock was bandaged like a dolly
and he lost his soul to the Tory Party
and when asked who he was replied I AM SPARTACUS
and he used to blow his nose on a pair of knickers
and his teeth were knocked out by an umbrella
and he became my neighbour
and I'm at his cremation
and he's not complaining of the cold
<Deleted User> (5646)
Sat 8th Aug 2009 10:43
This is great! I just love it! :-)
I've always wanted to write eulogies for the living though. I have a fantastic set of notes somewhere and this has twanged a string, or something like that. :-)
Janet.x