Headbutt the vicar
Punch the brother
Kill the step-dad
Fuck the mother.
A little black dress
On a veiled wife;
After the bearers,
after husband's life.
The coffin empty.
The ghost is full.
The aisle becomes
the run of the bull.
The mourners gather
to bring him down.
A blow in the crotch
and cudgel the crown.
To honour his passing
So raise your cups.
To be remembered
by a funeral punch-up.