R.I.P
(This poem has been put to music in a song. To hear the song visit www.myspace.com/sillyredwig)

Honey, is it true that we are through?
Exchanged our last "I Love You"?
Honey, if this is so and you must go,
I really, really want you to know
that I hope you...

....Spend the rest... the rest...
....the Rest In Peace...
....NOT

I hope your car breaks down
in the bad part of town
I want to hear your ankle break
halfway up that mountain scape
And may your ship sink bow to stern
well over the brink of no return

Oh, Honey...
....Spend the rest... the rest...
....the Rest In Peace...
....NOT

Yes, it must be true that we are through
Exchanged our last "Up Yours Too"
But for all the times we shared together..
Me with you (and you with whomever)
really, I hope you...

....Spend the rest... the rest...
....the Rest In Peace...
....NOT

I pray that your car rolls over
or you get bowled over by a boulder
I want to see all your hair fall out
and your cracking feet fill with gout
And may you belly overflow
with painful cramps and gassy bloat

Oh, Honey...
....Spend the rest... the rest...
....the Rest In Peace...
....NOT

Honey, I can't say I won't miss the way
you woke me up at 3 a.m. today
and all the laughter we did share
over your 'misplaced' underwear
really, I hope you...

....Spend the rest... the rest...
....the Rest In Peace...
....NOT

and if you were to wed someday soon
I wish for you a bed of poison oak
and may you polyester tux be cranked-up so tight
that your sweaty jock itches all thru the night
and may your new wife's figure just grow and grow and grow
and all your children be born during Super Bowl

Oh, honey...
....Spend the rest... the rest...
....the Rest In Peace...
....NOT

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