Types: Verse, Ed, Parody, Humor
Inspired by he's gone.

In Supine Sleep Thy Edward Lies after "Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies"

In supine sleep thy Edward lies,
Of his bed are paving stones:
Those are X's that were his eyes,
Naught are broken of his bones,
But doth suffer a Body-Blow,
On regions deep below:
Birdies sing his lullabye.
Hey, now I hear them,
Tweet-tweet, guy.

(Apologies to William Shakespeare)

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

Full fathom five thy Father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a Sea-change
Into something rich, and strange:
Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark now I hear them,
Ding-dong, bell.

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