Jeremy Brown

A variation on the etheree form.

A

Poet

Of renown

Jeremy Brown

This morning was found

His body cold to touch.

Alas, he had suffered much

Being a poet, and of such

Extreme sensitivity, that he

Could no longer bear his own company.

And, truly, he was a trifle dull

Felt each emotion to the full

As he mentioned oftentimes

And wrote of in his rhymes.

Life is so empty

He always said.

Now he’s dead

R.I.

P.

Reviews

[Tony]

You definitely got a way with words.