They lay me to rest with flower's sweet bouquet
A lovely marble slab, with the words--
Sorry Mommy, for not looking left and right
But Mommy dearest, it was the dead of night
Birds fly in and sit on top of me
They stay awhile then deffecate all over me
Being dead ain't what it's cracked up to be
Dog's come and visit, cock there leg and then
I have there DNA for eternity
Oh woe is me, oh woe is me
Written Wednesday March 2006
allan James saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-day-night/
