Karma

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Did you hear about Margaret Stife?
She was known for her posh life
She always wanted best and finer
always wore the best designer

when friends or neighbours bought anew
Margaret Stife would then buy two
They bought a shrub, she bought a tree
they had a party, she’d have three

A total snob, the locals said
That moneys gone straight to her head
her husband died to keep her rich
The women really is a bitch

Her daughter Molly was just as bad
a silver spoon was what she had
a spoilt child, who bullied others
and was disliked by local mothers

One day in March old Margaret died
if I thought it sad, I would have lied
posters went up telling the nation
that it would be a public occasion

The roads were closed, all were invited
of course the locals were delighted
a hundred white horses pulled a cart
lined with gold and diamond hearts

Rose petals were dropped from up above
from the roofs they released doves
Molly herself rode a giant horse
Dressed in diamonds and gold of course

No one was allowed within the mass
only those with royal class
Soon the coffin where Margaret rested
was taken outside as requested

to the graveyard they all did follow
Where in earth the ground was hollow
some did gasp at what they saw
others just looked on with awe

The gravestone was what people saw
to erect the thing was such a chore
it stood quite high at seven feet
covered with a golden sheet

Molly stood up and shouted rudely
All of you she spat quite shrewdly
jealous of our family name
life for you won’t be the same

Her voice so loud, and shrill and high
made the gravestone go awry
it rocked unstable on the ground
and fell down to the burial mound

Molly died, its squashed her flat
Karma likes to work like that.