The Colonel's Last Trip

When her husband, the Colonel, died,
His wife, Mary, wailed and cried
But became more sedated
After he was cremated,
She had sadly watched him burn
Then put his ashes in an urn
Above the fireplace
To always rest near her
In honor and in grace,
The cleaning lady
Found the dirty ashes in the urn,
Poured them into the toilet
Then gave the handle a turn,
And if you ever hear the sewers drip,
It maybe the Colonel on his last trip.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz