Peculiar Deaths

Today's poem! This one started because Damon was avoiding chemistry work, which apparently had something to do with a man by the first name of Charles, so he decided to write a poem about the guy instead of do the chemistry work. The stanzas are mostly unrelated, but these actually maintain a similar rhyme scheme, so that's nice. They're pretty entertaining to read aloud. We could not figure out what to call it...ideas would be appreciated. :) For now I'll have a stand-in title. Once again, I'm purple and Damon is green.

Collections of Stanzas Discussing Death

Charles, Charles, always such a fry,

So sad that he just had to die, 

His mother always warned him of the drugs,

And now his body is eaten by bugs.

Death in a most original way

I looked up in fear, watched the books sway

Thousands of stories, piled up high

But I suppose death by books is a good way to die

And what about Brooke?

You know she loved books,

But to sharks she was prey,

When she drowned in the bay.

Okay, I admit I should have seen it coming

But right now I need to focus on running

They always say "let sleeping dragons lie"

But I'm a dare-devil, so today's when I die

I know not why you have to be so,

As high-strung as a crossbow,

But when you do things such as that,

I feel we need to sit and have a small chat!

We're stuck in this hole, there's no way out

No one can hear us, although we both shout

So now it appears we've met our end

But the question is, who will eat their friend?