Style Invitational Week
VERSE THAN EVER
... in which we asked you to write a bad elegy to someone who died in 1997:
The knit cap lies empty on the deck,
The once-proud ship feels like a wreck.
At his request, his last remains
Will now become the ocean's gains.
With tear of eye and roll of drum,
We feed the sharks. Farewell, old chum.
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