My beloved knew that she was about to die.
She sought to surprise us, didn't want us to cry.
Original to the end, but she's now past tense.
She went out with a bang, in a burst of flatulence.
I shall never know her carminative source.
But she certainly went out with explosive force.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, she became all gas.
Didn't like being buried, so she vaporized her mass.
As the sun might burst forth after a drenching rain
Her last words were "No longer me, I'm all methane."
She then caught fire and made a bright blue flame
and so, rising higher and higher she went,
giving new meaning to the saying "Heaven-sent."
She's now returned from whence she'd come
To where she and her source could again be one.
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