They Were Singing My Song

gizzylaw picks an amazing poet to share, read Ivor’s “song” here

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Weekly Prompt: This weeks Word Prompt; Germs

There’s festering germs in my brain

The hallucination seems real

Last night I went to a funeral

The funeral was mine

Attending the wake

In the forest beside the lake

I was a mental mess

Walking around, dressed in my finest

A plastic name-tag tied to my thong

They were singing my song

Alone, I trekked through botanical gardens

Heading towards the big game

Couldn’t remember who was playing

Does it even matter

I was too busy dictating

My last will and testament

To any-one who would listen

Telling the young ones, not to worry

“Uncle Ivor will look after you, we all belong”

They were singing my song

There wasn’t a church

More like the Football Club hall

Big enough to hold them all

Ample food and gallons to drink

Leonard was there all along

He was singing my song

There was…

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