of stories told in verse; I was struck, "How colossal!"
I immediately mourned the author's death to my core;
I had not read David Rakoff before.
I wish he were still here, to create another,
to write more prose in poetry, to fill one with wonder.
I found myself lost in his words from time to time,
his stories of life, all set out in couplets that rhyme.
This novel is brief, barely over a hundred pages,
yet the strange title makes sense, with all its life images.
I savoured every phrase, every clever word trick,
yet the strange title makes sense, with all its life images.
Stories of persons, seemingly unconnected,
Come together with sorrow and humour injected.
brought the tale to life, in a manner so slick.
Always witty and smart but never highbrow,
A magnum opus for Rakoff's final bow.
The verse form is different but it's the real McCoy.
Read the novel and I guarantee it, you will enjoy.
* written with the help of an online rhyming dictionary.
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