When I die, and I am laid to rest, <br />I want to be part of a unique test. <br />You hear of this procedure less and less <br />But I hear it will keep you clean and fresh. <br /> <br />The Tupperware coffin, which is its name. <br />Made of poly plastic, there is no shame. <br />It seals you in an airtight seal, <br />So twenty years from now you still look real. <br /> <br />Its patented with a burping seal, <br />And the price you pay, well it’s a steal. <br />With the clearness of this Tupperware coffin, <br />You can come see me, oh so often. <br /> <br />So, lay me down in this plastic box, <br />Put me in with my cuckoo clocks. <br />A Tupperware coffin is perfect for me, <br />When people come to visit, I will be able to see <br /> <br />REB (JULY 2011) <br /> <br />.<br /><br />Rik Bertrand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tupperware-coffin/
