The Rhymer’s Grave
by cricketjeff on April 17, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Old Jeff Green, who lived serene
On this fair Earth no longer seen
Beneath this clod, the happy sod
He lived a life both full and odd
When came his time, he left in rhyme
To die in free verse, awful crime
Here’s what to do, pull up a pew
I bet his ghost will rhyme for you!
English