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The Last Supper
By: your cousin

When I'm dead, don't cry for me,
don't shed a single tear.
Just fulfil my final wishes,
all laid out right here.
I know it's quite unorthodox,
even against your taste,
but I'm the one who's dead here,
so please, for me make haste.
My only wish in passing
is to make for me a deal
that my family will partake in me,
as a Sunday meal.
I know I'll be quite tasty,
marbled meat, yet lean.
I know I'll be the biggest
rump roast you've ever seen.
Boil me, baste me, cook me up
however you so please,
serve me with a side of rice,
and some wine and cheese.
Light a couple of candles,
use napkins that are cotton,
make it a fancy gourmet meal,
so I'll not be forgotten.
I may not have been the best
husband, friend or dad,
but at least I know that I will be
the best meal they've ever had.

Article Source: http://journal.ilovephilosophy.com

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