He wanted to be well-thought of,
Wanted folks to know he had loved…
He couldn’t force
The writing of course,
Some of his colleagues might laugh.
Taking a course on Writing,
He found the prospectus inviting…
He could speak from his grave,
His prospects became exciting!
Sometimes Fate is a knave,
But he got the “A” he craved…
The a fire
Took his notes “entire”,
Only his name and dates were engraved!
–Jonathan E. Caswell