Today’s silly, silly poem is brought to you by the words: ataraxia, ramose, cacology, piceous, rollick, manifold, and spleenful which appeared as dictionary.com’s words of the day from the dates of September 3rd through September 9th.
He listened to the priest delivering the eulogy
As they lowered him into the piceous earth.
Though it might have more accurately been described as cacology
A penny being more than the thoughts were worth.
On the other hand, if one thing could be said:
They showed the proper lack of mirth
And that’s important for the newly dead
Who still look fondly on the recent past
And are less than satisfied with where it’s lead.
“His ataraxia’s come at last.
A peaceful rest beneath the soil.
Now let’s finish our prayers and bury him fast.
It’s not that we hate him or feel disloyal
We’d just rather be done before he spoils.”
He thought this a reasonable way to behave
Till considering bugs and the manifold sorts
With whom he’d have to share his grave
The kind who wriggle, rollick, and cavort
And have too many legs or not enough.
“This just won’t do” was his spleenful retort
As he leapt from his coffin in a terrible huff,
“There’s still so much to do and to be,
And I don’t have time for this dying stuff
―Though it was good of you to come on account of me.
Oh, and I thank you for the flowers.
Their ramose arrangement is a sight to see.
I’m sorry to impose but don’t be sour
We can try it again at a later hour.