Elegy, for Helen Steiner Rice

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Saturday, 18 May 2013

Helen Steiner Rice is dead.
She rhymed herself to death, it's said.
Chirping gladly at the sunrise
(Apparently with no surprise)
She put her final rhyme to bed.

God, to spite old Lucifer,
Sent Helen Steiner Rice to hell.
She chirps and cheeps and reams out rhymes
To those lost souls for all their crimes.

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