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Buried by the Competition

Early Thursday, at Werner Bjoern’s funeral parlor,
An irksome occurrence had spurred his alarm, for
He’d heard, as it were, from Herr Bertram Von Berd,
(Of Big Bert Von Berd’s Morgue, up on Sherman & 3rd)
Who had learned Laverne Berger (of Urns By Lavern),
Planned a merger that merged her with Ernest Ferr’s Urns.

“I abhor both those burdensome, urn-merging curs!’”
Werner swore as he spurned his accursed saboteurs,
‘Round his parlor he circled with fervent concern,
And preferred that they’d merge in his furnace and burn.

Worry wore upon Werner, who wearily worsened,
Forlorn, he slunk into the trunk of his hearse, and
Endeavoring dispersal of querulous nerves,
He submersed his kerchief in embalming preserves,
Huffing firmly, he burped as the blurring world whirred,
Turning purple, he gurgled and no longer stirred.

Thereupon was that worm Werner’s murderous urge,
Curtly curbed per the infernal Ferr-Berger merge,
Surely, further affirming the proverb which goes:
“Discomposure determines we all decompose.”




About abuttercup

I have always had a great respect and admiration for Kermit the Frog.

One response to “Buried by the Competition

  1. SJ Mazer ⋅

    Glad to see that Buttercups House is open after a long silence. Very amusing poetry.

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