A Poet is Amungus

Amungus was a Poet,
As plain as day could see.
He wrote his verse,
And he rehersed,
For his salary.

He wove love with his sonnets,
Put sadness in his rhymes;
And then out loud,
He’d please the crowd,
With laughter and good times.

He’d drive home every stanza,
Stomp out punctuation.
His verse would burst,
With deadly thirst,
To etch each situation.

Amungus was a poet.
As clever as could be!
But then one day,
He died away,
Left hanging from a tree.

They say he never left here,
He turned into a ghost.
He haunts the school,
And plays the fool,
To see who he scares most.

Young Johnny chanced to see him,
One morning on the bus,
He cried out, "Hey!
Don’t look but
a Poet is among us!