For my eulogy please write
everything upon a kite.
Hold the string with all your might.
When it snaps yell "Outta sight!"
For my coffin try to nag
undertakers for a bag.
Label it with orange tag.
Toss it off some lofty crag.
Tell the grandkids their grandpa
should not now be held in awe.
Tell them of my every flaw
and that I could play the saw.
All the cash I've left on hand
use to go to Disneyland.
Come back looking fit and tanned.
Mourn me with a rubber band.
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