One night, I was bored and decided to write a poem about George Harrison, and about how much he is missed. I hope you all enjoy:

A POEM FOR GEORGE

His ability of song writing or performing
may have been matched or exceeded by others,
before or after his departure;

Yet we remember George from his legacy, his
mark that he etched on the back of the
Sitar he played, and still he plays, to the great delight of the
Lovely Summer

And when the time comes, when
his body is truly no more; he soul still survives;
Siting a side his sweet lord, looking on and the apple
scruff standing,still, queuing, yet this time, a different kind, for a
different product or service.

You said that life goes on, even without
You, I, Me, Mine, and Her. When
will we fight the ego curse?

Never have we truly said our farewells'
and we never ever ever will, untill
we've seen the tax on the bill.
Goodnight George. Sleep Tight?