[FOsen]

What instruments we have agree,
the day of his death was cold and dank
but that was rather the point, you see,
since home was an aquarium tank.

No squid, though he is venerated
for all the ink he generated;
and yet, to fans of teams who'd lose, he
should long ago have gone for sushi.

Today, they seem to have their wishes;
the octopus sleeps with the fishes.
He swims in Lethe on safari—
as seer, though, not seared calamari.

In death, he's dealt them one more failure
as taunting as a vuvuzela
or haunting shade of Thomas Gray:
The menu sells no roll of Paul’s filet.

Frank