Revolutions — t r e f o l o g y

ONE day, long after I have shaved my last shave, someone may turn to someone else, and say, “I bet George is spinning in his grave.” *** And no doubt they will hit that square on the chin, for what else is there to do in a grave, but spin? *** Still, who can reasonably […]

Revolutions — t r e f o l o g y

ONE day,

long after I have

shaved my last shave,

someone may turn to

someone else, and say,

“I bet George is

spinning in his grave.”

***

And no doubt

they will hit that square

on the chin,

for what else is there to

do in a grave, but spin?

***

Still, who can

reasonably say, I thought,

for maybe that day,

my plan was to stay

completely still, and rot

***

That is why my friends

I come to-day to tout

that my grave is to be

automated,

so as to erase all doubt.

***

Just press the button

on my tomb-stone,

you’ll be happy you enquired.

And what’s best,

the button is free

to press!

No offense in my name

required.

***

AND finally then,

my friend,

for certain you will know,

for six feet

under-ground,

there I go!

Round and round and

round

***

Weeee!