In my room i sit and cry,
with a sourly smeel all around.
i try to create a bubbly personality,
that everyone would enjoy.
but, he died in an airplane,
with a beach towel clung to his chest.
he wore a tuxedo,
to travel the world in.
but, he only got to a dumpy town in Montana.
they buried him in his favorite maze,
to connect him,
to his sweet memories.
