Manslaughter sort of how he hacked his end
His face angelic neither sweet or sour
He was in fact a loyal ebullient friend
Wed done the deed unhinged in public bower
We hugged the priest in sudden hail and shower
Mist cloaked us next in grey much like a gauze
On straps the coffin lowered I flung one flower
We studied sombrely effect and cause
The episode to end abruptly draws
Old friends they were at first the sort ideal
To thoughts that he expressed I gave applause
The fling in circumstance I can conceal
I wont whitewash woe neither will I sulk
The black tar vulgar was free from fake bulk
Chorus sulk brood grouse
