I've heard that London
is quickly running out of room
to inter it's dead, and it appears
a city of eight million people
with two thousand years of history
underneath, is backing-up
just a bit.
Read that it's contemplating
a seventy five year limit on
the old dirt condo, and there's
even talk of stacking them up
like old worn shoes in boxes
at a second-hand store,
double-decker graves
as it were.
I can see it now,
"You've got company grandfather,
a Mohawk festooned yob
from east end who died of
a drug overdose,
with multiple piercings
and tattoos!"
But what I want to know is,
how will they determine who
gets the top and who
gets the bottom?
Adding your comment:
This was too funny. Gave me a nice chuckle. Best wishes in the contest. 
