The Box

THE BOX

Arthur was a miser and Daisy was his wife.

He'd counted every penny and she'd had an awful life.

He was a great deal older and getting short of breath

And it became quite obvious he was approaching death.

The thought of Daisy living on with all his wealth to spend

Really got to Arthur as his life drew to an end.

'You've always done as you've been told' Arthur gasped at last,

'Listen to me, my lady, for I am fading fast.

All my money, all my gold, my stocks, my bonds, the lot,

And every bit of jewelry that, thanks to me, you've got,

Are to go into my coffin in a box there at my feet!

Now, don't forget my orders now! And don't you dare to cheat!'

Submissively, with eyes downcast, then Daisy took her leave;

Saying 'I'll obey. I always have. And you know that I will grieve.'

In due course Arthur breathed his last and his funeral day arrived,

Daisy came in deepest black; the widow who'd survived.

A large box on a cushion lay; it was carried up the aisle

By Daisy who was weeping,( but wearing a tiny smile.)

The box was placed in the coffin down right by Arthur's feet;

The lid was screwed on tightly; the ceremony complete.

At the wake, a friend of Daisy's came up to her and said

'Don't tell me you're still obedient even though old Arthur's dead!

Whatever possessed you, Daisy, to give in to his demands,

When he's been a blackguard all your lives ! No-one understands!'

Then Daisy really smiled, she laughed, The truth can now be known!

All I've done is open up a bank account of my own.

I've transferred all his wordly goods into it in my name.

He's buried with a cheque, my dear! Isn't that a shame!'
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A serious look at life and death here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/316-what-is-life.html