This is a sly little poem sent by Howell Gwinn.
A dreary dreamy young poet
Sailed off to a south sea isle.
He met a girl named Laurie
Who bewitched him with her smile.
Often she would dance for him.
He and she were pals.
But no one ever told him
That she was a cannibal gal.
One fine day she ate him –
‘Tis sad to tell of his fate.
How hard to be remembered
As the poet Laurie ate.