sometimes you’ll see me step away,
I may, or perhaps may not say
I’ve chosen now to stand apart
because I am about to fart
to feel the flatulent caress
and I don’t want to cause distress
to make you pause and look about
wondering who let one out
pondering who was the master
of that particular crackblaster
I step aside through courteous thought
because I remember well when you did not!

Allhelgons dag,
Day of the dead,
Thinking of things
I wish I’d said,
When You were here,
Before you passed away,
November first,
The days are dark,
Trees stand naked,
In graveyard and park,
Light a candle to your memory,
In the grey,
It was long ago,
When you left,
Still I feel sad and bereft,
As I visit with your soul,
Upon this day,
But seasons change,
Life goes on,
Much has happened,
Since you’ve gone,
I stand here with thoughts,
I’d like to say,
So I send them to you,
Lying there,
As I stand here,
In silent prayer,
Knowing in time,
I’ll also head your way,
Though not until,
I live my life through,
But I will die,
And when I do,
A candle and a visit,
Would not go astray.