7 MAY 2005, Page 35

Two Funerals

‘Such a beautiful service,’ everyone said, But you missed your own party, because you were dead.

We wolfed down the canapés, drained the champagne, And you’ll be remembered like last Thursday’s rain.

My ranks of friends are getting serried; Another one has just been buried. I often wonder what I’m doing Mourning their loss, or simply queuing?

Alexander Shivarg