Private Obituary

A woman's passing.

The old lady drown in the tub,
Going rub-a-dub-dub.
She was senile,
Would never smile,
And her right hand was a stub.

Her family all snotted,
As her frail body rotted.
The undertaker lay her in the box,
In an old dress with no shoes or socks,
Her corpse all twisted and knotted.

Her body was buried,
The ceremony was hurried.
It rained,
It pained,
And to her all the rats scurried.