“I t’ink”
Said Hink-
Y Dink,
“I’ll take a drink
I found this rhyme stuck
To the shitty arse
Of a half dead cat
On Hampstead Heath
It meant little to me
As I have no interest
In feline backsides
But then I investigated its history
It seems that when Michael Kenna died in 1946
He left some some money (Thirty-Three Thousand Dollars)
So that a mausoleum might be erected
(Remains and eternity and all that)
But his heirs argued about his final wish
And purchased
(Wait for it)
An eighty-five dollar tombstone instead