Monument - Gas Huffer

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