Eccentricity, insanity?
No one could really say
The day, he passed away
An odd sort of fellow
Hated, the color yellow
Nobody cared, that
He left a small fortune
To, his favorite
Stuffed, teddy bear

He, wouldn’t go out
On windy days
For fear, his thoughts
Might, blow away
Did he have
Regrets or fears?
Meager mourners
Shed no tears

A purveyor of
Gloom and doom
J. P. Whistlethicket
Somebody else
Nobody knew

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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