The wake

I fell asleep at a wake once;

they said it had been quite boring,

until I started snoring.


They left me there

with the dearly departed,

an act of subtle retribution

from the almost kind-hearted.


I woke to find

I had been left behind;

just me, and my uncle,

who said he didn’t mind.


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