My Aunty Vera's funeral was not the perfect place
to lose my self control - I couldn't straighten out my face.
All had gone well until the point that we stood up to sing
but then someone behind me did this 'harmonising' thing
that sounded like a dying duck or p'rhaps a cat in pain,
I just could not believe my ears when we reached the refrain!
What started as a snicker soon turned into muffled squeaks,
then full on howling followed, tears were leaking down my cheeks.
It was so inappropriate, the timing, oh so wrong
and though I knew I had to stop, the giggles were too strong.
The 'harmonising horror' right behind me grew concerned;
assumed my state was fuelled by grief, his handkerchief I earned!
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