Wish list

My wishes for Christmas

I wish a thousand Violins play
Bach on my eventual death day
I wish a thousand chocolate cakes
Smear my corpse and start to pray
I wish a heavy tumultuous cloud
Pours its share and basks about
I wish my children laugh and shout
That my centurion flame is finally out
I wish a flurry of renowned authors
Flatter me and mock my death plotters
I wish my sons and my daughters
Urge my wife to remarry her soughters
I wish my girlfriends peck my cheeks
And leave the imprints of their beaks
I wish I go with everything neat
So that I can say that death was sweet.