Morty
the
Mortician
was a kind
of a beautician
who
slurred
his words
cause he needed of
a SpamSieve,
not a liver,
to filter the
whiskey rye,
and when grandfather
died,
my mother
was
absolutely
mortified
when old Morty said,
“No one gives
two hoots
about stuff like nutrition
when you go to the
palace in the sky”.