(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean Sonnet).
That empty chair I see across the table
Reminds me; I must phone my headstone mate
And ask him if in any way I’m able
To cut on costs without been thought a cheapskate.
Quite frankly, funeral costs went through the roof.
The walnut chest you wanted I ignored.
Instead I thought of something on the hoof
And nailed a box up out of some old boards.
I didn’t think too many would attend
A funeral service in a pricey hall;
The obit. read: No flowers, we don’t intend
To celebrate her life and death at all.
At least the whole affair has one bright spot:
I’ll sell your chair and hope I get a lot.
Oh, jeez, I’m not showing this to my son, it might give him ideas.
He’s probably already had that idea!!
It sounds like you might know him, BA.
!!!
There’s always the cardboard coffin option…
As long as it doesn’t get wet!
There are many ways to get rid of a human form once the soul has departed. Some of those options don’t leave a damn trace of people who wandered the earth and occupied chairs hither and thither, and they are cheap.
The execution of the form is flawless, the mocking tone does have a Shakespearean streak, although I am sure Henry Howard is turning in his grave somewhere, but the volta of the sonnet has that unmistakable Bruce Goodman stamp. Come to think of it, the format and you are natural partners!
Thank you – I thought as far as sonnets go the form was pretty good!!
If Henry Howard turns in his grave let’s hope he doesn’t crack anything.
He is no Kim Jong Un!
The most horrid man on the planet…
Well, he has his counterparts elsewhere in the world, known variously as ISIS, Al Quaeda, LeT, Jaish et al.
And to think, my dream is to just have a little garden where I can grow some flowers. (Not joking!)
What a cheapskate
😀 !!
This is so brilliant to those who enjoy classics like me. Thanks
Thank you. That was such a lovely, affirming comment.
You are so welcome my beloved friend. Have a great weekend.
Does your wife read these things? I’m not so shocked, though – once you’re gone, what do you care?
Fortunately I write fiction. I get many a giggle!