Heavenly Dance

She asked that I come visit
As she hadn’t long to live.
She said she loved our little church.
She had some things she’d like to give.

She talked of doing a heavenly dance
With her departed husband Fred.
She knew that he would wait for her
These long ten years that he’d been dead.

She said, “That dress I want to wear
I’ve been thinking a lot about.
The cloth is much too good to waste
Would you please cut the backside out?”

The front was all, she said would show.
I knew that she was quite devout,
So I asked how she’d attend the dance
With her whole backside sticking out.

She said no one would notice her
At that first joyous heavenly dance.
‘Cause they would all be watching Fred,
We buried him without his pants.


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