This poem is no more.
It has ceased to be.
It's expired and gone to meet its maker.
This is a late poem...
Bereft of life, it rests in peace.
If you hadn't nailed it to the page,
it would be pushing up daisies.
It's rung down the curtain
and joined the choir invisible.
This is an ex-poem..

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monty-python-does-poetry-criticism/