I looked at Morris with some annoyance I am sure,
Such a crazy idea only he could conjure!
Let’s celebrate my dying and have a party, he said
Call my friends; bring out the fine wine and bread.
I rolled my eyes and hoped, before evening, for a cure!
Today’s already booked or half over they said
Could we have the party tomorrow instead?
Dang it! said Morris, I know those two will come
Not only that they will bring my favorite rum,
As for the rest, they can come when I am dead!
Sam arrived at 7, looking quite dashing
Morris wobbled over and gave him a mock thrashing
Stop eyeing my wife while I am still here
Even with me gone you will have me to fear
Just then came Pete with the rum and we all got smashing.
Morris said he was 60, and not a day wiser
This party was not his final show, just a teaser
With his pals and his wife to show them he cares
And hear what they felt, tell the truth, he dares
So don’t dismiss me yet for an ol’ geezer.
Sam toasted saying you old fool
All your life you have been a mule
And now this, a funeral party
He laughed and said this was hearty
On the crown of your sad life, this was a jewel.
Pete was demure, he said he was sad
This cancer was quite bad
The others beat him and said he was drunk
He laughed and fell down with a thunk!
Saying for this mid-week party he was glad.
They all turned and looked at me,
His wife of years 6 and thirty.
I kissed him and held his hand
He gently kissed my wedding band
I smiled and said I will serve the coffee.