At_Last

John Memoria in Aeterna

G.F.E. McGuiness

Mary of propriety. Your John has shunned society. We knew he'd leave, But never guessed as chaste away.

Discharge of this onus, May well be my bonus, For there are things That I would like to say. Heaven's not easy, But hell makes us queasy, So, Wile away While away, John. For each who endured,

That carping spate One spade of dirt Upon that pate Boxed free of worries gone. Let's drink to John’s fun, Not that it's done, And Slug one to his, and Mary's, son. Oh, Down one for each bastard that he never claimed. One for resolve he never sustained. One for that horse which he always bet, Six for the debt. Ay, the debt. Well,

Before that hole is filled anon, By God, we'll miss you John. Oh, and say hello to Mary's mother. Thanks to God, she spawned no others.

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