LC's Take: Final wishes

Posted Wednesday, October 24, 2012 in Culture

LC's Take: Final wishes

by LC Van Savage

Last week I dressed in my Sunday best

To go see an old friend laid to rest.

Not much to look at in her lifetime

And she never became a wife I'm

Sad to say they gussied her up

To look like a clown. They whirled up

Her hair in towering, frothy pouf

And covered her face with tons of stuff

Like rouge, mascara and shimm'ring gloss

Which on her looked like so much dross

Applied with a large spackle knife

She looked as if she'd led the wild life. 

She looked kaleidoscopely waxy

And while she lived she wasn't saxy.

They'd tried to make her like a starlet

But made her like an aging harlot.

I stared unbelieving at my old friend

And thought "How could they vilipend

This simple woman, plain and good,

And make her look like painted wood?"

I went home filled with resolution

To tell our sons of my solution

On what to do when I cork off:

"Cook a pot of stroganoff

And have a party in my name

And laugh and say 'She was some dame.'

Don't bury me on precious land

The earth's already far too jammed.

Recycle what's still good to use

And burn the rest, and don't abuse

My wish to not be on display

My face all smeared with gaudy clay

My hair done up in ways I never

Did it. I was just not clever

In the ways of fashion or coiffure

I never was la mode du jour.

I love you kids, so please, won'tcha

Obey my wishes, or I'll hauntcha."

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