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My Tragic Loss

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My wife was ensconced in the kitchen,
Preparing the food as required,
When she slipped on a rogue slice of onion,
Walloped her head and expired.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I admit I was quite disappointed
That she died with abruptness and violence,
For I had to finish the dinner myself.
But oh, what a beautiful silence!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For thirty five years we’d been married
And I’d taken it all on the chin.
We’d never had a single argument for
I never could get a word in.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I dream of her face in the night time,
The way that her hips used to wiggle.
And sometimes it all gets too much for me,
And I simply just break down and giggle.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The pawnbroker’s got all her jewellery,
And I got a job lot on her shoes.
I got offers for all her fine dresses,
Sure, it would have looked bad to refuse.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I’m surprised just how well I am coping
With facing this life on my own,
And I wish I could go to the funeral, but
We’re playing away to Athlone.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-tragic-loss/