The Morrisanian Poem by Erin Bryce

On seven-eleven in eighteen-o-four
Truly his was an odd destiny
My dear brother Hamilton did knock on Death’s door
And did he ask the opinion of another? No, not of me

Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr what fools, what fools
I doubt that my interjections would have stopped the their dispute
Now it is over they’ve proved their stubbornness of mules
Any and all opposition to such made up minds should prove to be moot

I’d have ran to stop him if run I could have done so
Hamilton was a handsome man but of that I am not jealous
Who would have thought such a kind character would go?
Even I can turn their hearts and make the ladies zealous

“Bear this witness to the memory of my departed friend. I charge you to protect his fame”
Dear deceased Alexander has reached the end of the game