The Wake. (Thumbing my nose at the poem-hater)

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There was an old fellow called Fred who sadly had died in his bed, a grand wake was planned the venue was crammed as word of his passing had spread. While friends were all supping their beers and some even mopping their tears from inside the coffin there came some faint coughing, they couldn't believe their own ears. They then heard a grunt and a groan, it's shocking to hear a corpse moan "Good heavens" they said "he's not really dead this wake we will have to postpone". Fred started to shiver and shake they plied him with whisky and cake, he revived and inquired "You thought I'd expired? thank goodness it was a mistake". "In olden times they used to tell of coffins wherein there's a bell, the next time I die put one where I lie, as that way I won't have to yell." Inspired by the song 'Finnegan's Wake'. I've written a sequel to this about Fred's wife's reaction. I'll put it up soon.