“Beloved wife of Harry and of Lou….”
His eulogy is hollow as a shell,
Although, to give the Holy Joe his due
He didn’t know her (maybe just as well).
I picture her reviving, sitting up,
Prognathous-jawed, a laser for an eye,
Informing this opinionated pup
That husbands are a snowstorm in July,
And, as for sons and in-laws, lose your comb
Or pay in June a bill that’s due in May,
They call a lawyer, put you in a home...
We thank him and repair to Swiss Chalet
To eat, for her, a piece of pecan pie
By way of a less traitorous goodbye.
[In Canada, Swiss Chalet is a popular, mid-range restaurant chain specializing in chicken and ribs]