WHERE HAVE YOU BURIED THE POET

"Where have you buried the poet?"

Asked the lady solemn and grave.

"Madam, we're sad to tell you,

There wasn't that much to save."

"Where have you buried the poet,

Where does his headstone stand?"

"Madam, we're sorry to tell you,

He's not buried in holy land"

"Where have you buried the poet,

Serene valley or pleasant hill?"

"Madam, we don't remember him,

Since his pen's been so cold and still."

"Where have you buried the poet,

His bones, where are they interred?"

"Madam, all that remained was a box

Of his papers with every word."

"Where have you buried the poet?

I've come far to honor his name."

"Madam, we've all forgotten,

And there's only ourselves to blame."

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