In the spirit of Edward Gorey, this is a series of illustrations and poems that chronicles the concocted demise of Sara Barkat’s favorite (favourite?) literary and movie characters.
Poem 2: Kirk, Spock & Doc
Kirk, Spock and Bones were riding on a plane,
Spock just died and Kirk was slain.
Bones got up to see if they were dead,
and then he was clubbed in the back of the head.
Poem and illustration by Sara Barkat, age 16.
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Sara, I’m enjoying your tales of demise… wondering who will be next!? gulp!
L.L. Barkat says
you make me smile, Donna.
Hmmm. The lesson here seems to be: do not become a favourite character of the eminent young illustrator 😉