Gas Huffer Monument
I dreamt I saw a monument
Erected in my name,
The mayor was there to cut the ribbon
Still nobody came
The pond was stocked with fishes
Hand selected, one-by-one,
Refreshments for a thousand sat there spoiling in the sun
Sculptors from italy,
Carving a marble me,
Incredibly lifelike hair,
Read the inscription there
Donated all his time,
Concocting silly rhymes,
And waiting for the dinner bell to chime
It was a snow-white edifice, all flecked
With gold and green
But when they pulled the curtain,
There was noone to be seen
The wind blew long and cold
Between the chairs arranged in rows,
The only thing upon them
Were the streamers and bows
Sculptors from italy,
Carving a marble me,
Incredibly lifelike hair,
Read the inscription there
Donated all his time,
Concocting silly rhymes,
And waiting for the dinner bell to chime
The mayor packed up his scissors,
And removed his beaver hat
He figured he should go,
The Veuve Clicquot had all gone flat
The keynote speaker took one lok and got back into the cab
His words already etched
Upon that alabaster slab
