Charlie
Funerals
I haven't been to many.
There is Charlie's. Who is he?
Couldn't tell you, I was pretty young.
He didn't mean much to me.
No tears here, no, but horror? Yeah --
With three boys on the loose …
Playing tag around the grave site.
Grandma tries, but it's no use.
Little kids are just unruly.
It is Ron who makes the turn
Right beside the casket cradle
(Charlie should have had an urn!)
Ron snags a small protrusion,
Evidently it's the switch
That releases two taunt cables,
Dropping Charlie in the ditch!
If the service had been boring
Prior to that fateful slip,
Pandemonium erupts now
As they try to get a grip
On the now, descending Charlie,
As he, super slow, drifts down.
Someone finds the switch -- stops Charlie,
Though he's halfway in the ground.
Subdued thereafter, we three boys --
We wriggle in our chairs,
As the service soon concludes now
Over Charlie, needing stairs.