This poem is based off of the poem "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman. The POV is by Sintas Vel, a female Kiffar and Boba's wife as depicted in the books after "The Return of the Jedi". Please enjoy!
Note: Unfortunately, I can't seem to figure the proper format of spacing and indentation to go along with the poem... so use your imagination!
O Boba! My Boba! (An Ode to Boba Fett)
O BOBA! My Boba! Your Kessel run is done;
Slave II has measured ev'ry parsec, the Falcon you sought is won;
Mos Eisley's near, Wookies and Bith play their sabacc and Kloo Horn,
While follow eyes on Han Solo, whom Jawas trade and Leia, mourn:
But O Luke! Luke! Luke!
O the Jedi Knights aren't red,
Now in the Sarlacc's pit Boba lies,
Though not quite yet dead.
O Boba! My Boba! Rise up from its belly;
Rise up- your armor is too strong- for you, death is not;
For you the Mandalorians- for you, Jango's legacy;
For you they call, the bounty hunter, the Empire's Dark Lord yearning;
Here Boba! Dear Love!
My Kiffan arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that in that pit,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Boba now does answer, for Fenn Shysa is ill;
My Love, Boba, made a promise, that of Mand'alor's will;
Slave II will fight the Yuuzahn Vong, its lasers will them done;
From fearful invasion the Vong have gone and we have won;
Exult O Peace, though Sith still roam!
To train Jaina to make dead,
That Sith, brother, Darth Caedus,
At last I'll rest my head.