|The Undertakers Ploy.
A lonely undertaker sat and cried to a sympathetic nut case by his side,
said if all the worlds a stage and every man must play a scene,
how come I get the rotten parts, and miss the good bits in between.
Dear nut case won't you tell me, to what do you owe your success in life
your money and your talent, your home and your beautiful wife.
Then the nut case grew excited, babbled aimlessly of self,
as he stuffed his mouth with chocolates and bragged of all his wealth.
He stopped for just a moment, seemed to straighten out his socks.
then he finished off the chocolates and choked upon the box.
It cheered the undertaker to see the corpse lay there sublime,
then filling out his order pad …...he chuckled.......works damn near every time.