It would be awful to die on a Saturday.
There’s always sport on tele and
probably the mortician and her husband have gone to the races.
It would be awful to die on a Sunday.
Half the shops are shut and
probably the undertaker’s taken the day off and gone off.
It would be awful to die on a Monday.
The week’s just waking up and
probably the embalmer had to dash to town for more eye shadow.
It would be awful to die on a Tuesday.
It’s such a humdrum sort of day and
probably the sexton’s busy burying the crowd that croaked over the weekend.
It would be awful to die on a Wednesday.
It’s slap-bang midweek and
probably the hearse is out of action with a flat tire or a burned-out clutch.
It would be awful to die on a Thursday.
We always get take-a-ways then and
probably the morgue is chockablock with yesterday’s bodies.
It would be awful to die on a Friday.
It’s the day before the weekend and
probably the resident organist is having a few drinks to celebrate a profitable week.
As you can see, no day’s good for dying,
which is probably why I’m not that much looking forward to it.
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
Oh great. You’ve given me something else to brood about.
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Ah – think Italy and you’ll be ok… I had walked all day in Florence and had blisters and was freezing. I went into a church and sat to rest on a tombstone. It was Galileo’s tomb I discovered, and across from it was Rossini’s. And next to that Michelangelo’s. Try finding all that in our little worlds!
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I’ll drop into Santa Croce and dust off Galileo’s tomb, and tell him you appreciated having that rest.
Yes, imagine all those famous dudes resting so close to one another, and they never met in life.
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I never knew the name of the place before. Sitting on such a tombstone was a total fluke – I was the only one walking around Florence in the coldest ice storm in 50 years or something. This was years ago. I remember (I think) there was a statue of Dante outside?
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I’m proud of you for recalling some of the famous fellows who have funerary monuments there. I wonder what day of the week they died? I’ll try to see if there is a statue of Dante, I can’t remember that detail.
How is the new abode going?
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The new abode is fine – but rain rain rain and freezing cold. Two days ago we had snow! In January! The temperature inside sits around 14°C – and we’re too proud to light the fire. It’s summer!
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Pride goeth before frostbite! And chilblains.
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Indeed! There’s a nip in a the air.
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Um, no need to get racist! 🙂
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Humour darker than the dark matter that pulsates in the nada beyond. Is there a mockery of which I get a whiff of? I loved the beatific conclusion, though that too has been marinated in irony. Amen, Bruce!
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Thanks Uma. I had to post this else I would waste a month on making it only minusculey better. I would love to be “marinated in irony”! Come the day! I have so few blogging friends left these days… goodness… you and a couple of others… where to from here? If I was a chicken I’d cross the road!
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It’s is the saddest of times, it is the maddest of times, it is the age of hokum, it is the age of baloney, it is the epoch of deceipt, it is the epoch of incivility….
We are A Few Good Men. We will cross that road when we must and leave the rest in the dust.
(With apologies to Darles Chickens)
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single rooster in possession of a good egg, must be in want of a broody hen.
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Ha ha! If only we had the choice, Bruce. Hopefully the door will open without warning and we can stumble through it before we realise! I’m sure there’ll be someone around with a dustpan.
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Hopefully the dustpan person will not over charge!
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Hopefully you won’t know anything about it, especially if you cross the road – we all know you are no chicken – neither am I
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I guess our blogs are something to crow about!
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It’s never a good day to say goodbye. 😉
Great poem, though. ;-P
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Thank you! And true indeed re the never a good day to say!
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Thank you so much for this, I laughed out loud and than I read it to mr. Walker and he laughed too (he is a Northerner so a big compliment) xo Johanna
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Thank you, Johanna! Delighted to have created a little mirth!
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After this, I wanna live forever!
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I’ve news for you – but hopefully not for a long long time!
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🙂 🙂
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Well it seems one day is as good as another…
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I notice here that the “New Zealand Herald” newspaper announces a lot fewer deaths on a Sunday! Sunday might be the way to go!
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I am always very busy every day, but my best availability is on a Tuesday – if you can book me in for say . . . thirty years from now?
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You want to live only to aged 46 in 30 years time? ! I very much hope there’s no vacancy available!
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You’ll go far with smooth talk like that 🙂
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hi Bruce.
This was enjoyable.*smiles*there have been weeks for me (not good ones but usually life is awesome for me) but some weeks where I simply die every day and one day seems as
good as the other for dying.haha.
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Thanks for your comment. The eighth day of the week is highly recommended!
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the eighth day of the week ! yes when you consider the character of some of our wold political leaders the eighth day of the week is about all we willbe left with!
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In India we have a saying that literally translated means….a Saturday corpse does not go alone. It seeks company.
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What a humorous poem! Great job!
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Thank you!
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