A bit of humorous verse – ‘He was never number one, until now’

Never taken to a heart,
never number one,
Funeral was a washout,
and bouquets there were none.
His casket fell of its bier,
the clergyman forgot his lines,
Furnace was too hot that day,
and Crematorium burnt down.
Crematorium had broken planning laws,
but gone now freeing ‘The View!’,
and now happy residents remember him,
a man forgotten by you.

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