Title: Gorey the Ghastly: an apocryphal tale
Characters: None
Rating: G-
Warnings: None
Notes:Written upon hearing of the death of Edward Gorey, back in 2000. The world lost a brilliant man, that day.
Cursed by good health,
And not quite pale enough
This wretched young Writer
Wrote terrible stuff.
As he grew older
And bitter and cranky
And tired of writing
For children all happy
Our writer began
On the gruesomest stories
To finally do justice
To being called 'Gorey'
Each caustic appraisal
Of childhood life
Was carefully basted
In dark-humoured light
Our parents were nervous
That with him we smiled
For he'd captured the truth
Of the life of a child
There were no sweet dreams
No sugar-plum fairies
The dreams that stayed with us
Were terribly scary!
And now that he'd cast them
In humorous light
We could sleep without fear
In our bedrooms at night
So here's to the man
With the eyes of a child
Who told us the truth
And let us run wild.
(for edward gorey; d. 04.15.00)
