Old Bass Player (Moderately Good) Poem by Hell 'Farya

...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At an all white funeral, an old bass player, his fate,
Thrived on words spoken by soothsayers, great.
But he never found love's bliss,
Also failed in passion's kiss,
In his last testament they wrote; a straight player's state.
Moderate Version - Old Bass player

At the funeral, an old bass player's wake,
Whose career thrived on soothsayers' take.
He never found romance,
A tale of missed chance,
At his own wake, his music does still shake.
Good Child Version - Old Bass Player