Heirs Apparent

Great expectations.


We stood at the cemetery gate.

Grandma had been despatched

to a new, unknown, destination

and we were going to her wake.

The mourning was quite intense  

although the anguish was fake

or hypocritical, at any rate.

All her life a fiery termagant,

she’d upset the nuclear family

being rude and starting feuds

with relatives young or old;

she was noxious and intolerant

but had a penchant for gold.

She bought loads of ingots

which her inheritors fancied,

thus the lachrymal outpour.

It showed that they cared

and didn’t speak ill of the dead.

Real tears were bound to follow

when her testament was read

to find she’d left her fortune

to the cats home instead.


© Luigi Pagano 2016


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