Poetry Month charges along at a breakneck pace, as only poetry can. i hope you’re all enjoying it. Are you excited to see what your poem will say? There’s no telling. Some poems are comedic, while others are tragic. Take, for example, today’s poem, which i wrote in honour of (and knowing absolutely nothing about) Dave Beck, who joins us at the $3 Meeple tier, and whose entire family i’ve inadvertently wiped out.

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Pour one out for our dear friend Dave

Who hasn’t yet actually died

He wanted to show up at his own funeral

To see who among us would cry

We all put on a good little show

Of bawling, and rending our clothes

At the end of it all, someone opened the lid

And David’s “corpse” creepily rose

We had a good laugh, but heard several gasps

And loud “thumps” as a group hit the ground

We’d forgotten to tell David’s relatives, see

And now several funerals abound.