Note: I do not own Lemony Snicket nor do I wish for Lemony Snicket to die. I just wanted to write a poem about him dying. Enjoy and please review.
Lemony Snicket is dead
The day that Lemony Snicket died no one said a word
The day that Lemony Snicket died no sound could be hear
The day that Lemony Snicket died empty places were vast
Upon the world his miserable existence had caused a shadow to be cast
One that would surely last
People woed and cried and desperately tried not to think of the pain
That Lemony had suffered so terribly and would never endure again
It was one late night with chills that bite; the sky was heavy with rain
When Olaf had finally captured him and punctured a hole in his brain
Instantly Mr Snicket became all mute and deaf and blind
He took a swipe at Olaf and whacked him on the hind
But Olaf grabbed him by the nose and took a bite of f his head
Lemony knew within a second or two he'd be lying dead
He was wrong
Indeed his death hadn't taken long
Fact was he died inside a rive where Olaf had thrown him over
So Lemony wasn't lying he was FLOATING deadly to Dover
The world was sad, they all so wished that they had known him better
But all along he'd hidden himself while trying to get vendetta
Meanwhile Olaf sat in his chair feeling extremely gay
"I've beaten off Snicket no. 2, I'll do no more today."
Then for no particular reason, Olaf began to giggle
He laughed and leered and gaffed and jeered and whopped and wooed and wiggled
No one knows how but two seconds later, Olaf became a martyr
He'd sacrificed his precious life for some stupid childish laughter
The world looked sad when lemony died; they really tried to be grieving
But when they heard that Olaf was gone, they were wailing about his leaving