Funeral Verses

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These funeral verses were written for a specific person but it contains funeral verse which you could adapt.
Verses for funeral can be described as funeral verses and poems, funeral poetry or funeral poems. They are all the same thing




This is just a goodbye ditty
To a Dad, Granddad, Great Granddad and good pal, Fred
91 years, very much alive
And now, just a few days, dead

But Fred, already you'll know every angel by name
You'll have met all your pals from the Leam
You'll be Captain...wearing the No 9 shirt
In Bob Stokoe's Heavenly Team

You'll know where everyone comes from
And you'll be an enterprising old sod
You'll be letting out Holiday Clouds to the angels
And selling some cod...to God

I won't go over each point of your life
Jim's eulogy...that was the place
But I'll say this...
You lived your life, full of zest
And you lived it ...with Grace

Talking of Grace, it was 63 years
Together, and apart, all told
If marriage was an Olympic sport
You'd have got yourselves a Gold

Let's go back aways...

As the Hun did their best to knack Jarra toon
From up in their Zeppelins, they were hoying bombs doon
And Fred...you chose that moment to emerge from the womb!
1915...12th of June

All that bombing must have given you your passion
And compassion...cos you thought it not reet
For you to have shoes when other bairns didn't
So you waalked to school...in bare feet

I remember at the home, they took away the lounge
You decided to put up a fight
You called me in, as your consultant
Cos you had some letters to write

You wrote to the landlord, the architect, the Cooncil
The Fire Brigade...and John Hall
Tony Blair, George Bush and Mother Theresa
And Uncle Tom Cobbley an 'all

And you won, you got the lounge back
They all conceded, out of fear
That's when you said "Tara Well"
And you packed up and came back here

I remember your trips to the Market
You treated it like a Grand Prix
Scudding aboot in yer buggy
Stopping by...for a free cup of tea

And you came to the Market every week
For my scintilating repartee! I wish!
No you were keeping ahead of the competition
By checking the price of fresh fish

So, you'll know Fred, they're pulling the Market down
After 400 years..what the hell
Perhaps you thought 'If the Market's away
It's time I pushed off, as well'

You and Grace begatted Ken, Joan and Alan
Born, then raised on the Leam
And they...and their kids, begatted some more
Enough for your own footy team

Here's the team sheet
There's Stephen, Jamie and Gemima
Mathew, Katie, Suzanne
Karen, Daniel and David
Mitchell, Kate and Joanne



And to adapt the very moving "Miss me.." poem


Fred, we're not gathered together in a gloom filled room
There's no heads bowed low for you
We're having a 'do' in the Springwell Club
Cos we know you'd want us to

You've taken the journey we all must take
We take comfort and we know
You're in a place, you can share with Grace
We miss you...
but we're letting you go

You've been a life-long supporter, Fred
Of the lads in red and white
So it's fitting that your ashes should rest
'Neath the pitch of the Stadium of Light

Where you'll, literally, be supporting your team
Whether they're losing or winning
The ref's now blown the full time whistle
Rest in Peace, Fred Dinning


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