Seamus Heaney: An Obituary and Tribute

Rusty Bike

One has just heard about the death of an Irish poet called Seamus Heaney. Poets are very nice and all that sort of thing but poetry is very easy don cha know so I can't see what all the fuss is about.

Anyway, one realises that Seamus Heanous was a very popular poet and influcenced many people with his literary witticisms and ability to make things rhyme. But ultimately this is all a load of overblown fuss, storm in a teacup and all that.
 
Nevertheless, occasions like these warrant some kind of dedication to the man for providing much happiness to people especially his literary agent who made a fortune promoting Seamus' work.

So to that end I thought I would throw my lot in and pen a poetic ditty to the man, to not only encapsulate the essence of his life but to try to evoke the passion and spirit that he conveyed as he
poured his mortal longings into his work to reveal the inner turmoil and complexities of the human condition.


IN MEMORIUM

Seamus had a rusty bike

He rode it on the grass

and every time the wheel went round

a spark shot up his arse

 
Mr Heaney is survived by his wife, Maire, and three children Christopher, Michael, Catherine Ann and several bottles of whiskey.



God bless you Seamus Heaney: 13th April 1939 - 30th August 2013