I wrote this poem when I was around 12 years old. We were learning about epitaphs in English lessons - and we had to create one. An epitaph is a short poem that celebrates the life of someone who has recently died.
It popped into my head earlier today - so I added an illustration to it - and thought I'd share it with you below. Perhaps you could write an epitaph to an imaginary character too and share it in the comment section below.
Old Jack Smith
One cold night
When it was quiet
Off popped old Jack Smith
He was a tailor, a thief and a sailor
But for it to come to this
He died when he was asleep
He was so unpopular
That nobody weeped
Nobody knows the exact time his head fell
But the villagers wished him a nice time in hell