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