Thursday, July 5, 2007

Week 695: Dead Letters

This week's contest was to write a poem about someone who died in 2006.

Mister Peter Benchley
Who wrote a book called Jaws
Has gone to his creator
And that should give us pause
For though he’s up in heaven
You know he still is scheming
It won’t be just the ocean
That makes you run out screaming
For when you least expect it
(Perhaps while in the loo)
His ghost just might appear
And all he’ll say is BOO.

If you’re a deposed leader
‘06 was not your year
Milosevic was first to go
Not many shed a tear
He lost his last election
And then he went to jail
But before he got his due
His heart, perhaps, did fail.
Next to go was Pinochet
The Ex-Jefe of Chile
He crushed his opposition
And killed them willy-nilly
And last of all there’s Saddam
Found in his spider hole
For crimes against humanity
They hung him from a pole
So as we look both back
And forward as would Janus
The only words that come to mind
Are Sic Semper Tyranis