Rich Albert

Rich Albert was an aging dude;
He didn't fear death or solitude;
But thoughts of death made him feel sad;
He wanted to keep the dollars he had;
That's why he paid a hospice aid
To have a sturdy coffin made;
It was with him the day he died;
Perhaps he had wealth stored inside;
But years have past; time has moved on;
Albert has been, for ten years, gone.
For Albert now no stranger weeps;
Over his grave, the ivy creeps.
His granite stone is off its base;
A chisel has carved on its face
This rather short, but shocking, note;
“Unless you need a winter coat,
You should not dig where ivy grows.
Albert is nude from waist to toes.”
The moral is;
“Don't fret because a robber may
Carry your coffin's wealth away.
Two days before its lid is shut,
A sheet may hide your naked butt.”