The Obituary of Robert Wassell

It is with fond memories and kindness abound,
That we pay respect to his body in the ground.
Robert was his name and he wrote poems for years,
And everybody said he had small ears.

But body parts is not what he's known for,
He tried hard to find time to write more.
To churn out more poems, prose and rhyme,
Oh dear, its looks like he's run out of time.

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The Obituary of Robert Wassell was selected for publishing by Forward Press