Rik Bertrand - tupperware Coffin

When I die, and I am laid to rest,
I want to be part of a unique test.
You hear of this procedure less and less
But I hear it will keep you clean and fresh.

The Tupperware coffin, which is its name.
Made of poly plastic, there is no shame.
It seals you in an airtight seal,
So twenty years from now you still look real.

Its patented with a burping seal,
And the price you pay, well it’s a steal.
With the clearness of this Tupperware coffin,
You can come see me, oh so often.

So, lay me down in this plastic box,
Put me in with my cuckoo clocks.
A Tupperware coffin is perfect for me,
When people come to visit, I will be able to see

REB (JULY 2011)

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Rik Bertrand

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