A Lot Of Non'seance' Poem by Ima Ryma

Against my better judgement, I
Once attended a seance where
An old uncle who did just die
Was expected to show up there.
I never cared for Uncle Joe,
But what the heck, I went instead.
Apparently there was a show
That the others there later said,
Through me Uncle Joe did speak of
Me, while at the time I was out.
Said for me he had little love.
I would inherit zilch no doubt.

A non believer I still be,
Don't know what could have possessed me.