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I mustn’t be late
I mustn’t be late
I chant as I wait
And wait
Where’s that bus
Causing all this fuss
Why today of all the days
For there to be a delay
I need the bus to get to the station
From station to site of cremation
Why cremation, why not interred?
I tell you, this waiting’s absurd
I can hear you berate me
Always late, a guarantee
Even your birth they had to induce
Oh, do stop the verbal abuse
You’re dead, Mother, no more be said.
90 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Berate
crispina kemp 
Oh so cleverly written
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This one took me a bit longer than usual. Well, bound to, it’s 90 words 😃
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Very true. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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She would be late for her own funeral! Ha ha Love it!
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Her mother didn’t say it, but it is implied!
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Rarely is parental cremation so funny.
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You must know how warped my sense of humour
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Kudos to your funny sense of humor.
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Thank you, Indira 🙂
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My pleasure, dear. Your posts are so interesting.
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Thank you. I try to keep it light
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