Upon the Morrow's dawn, a noble heart ends its beat,
Richardson of New Mexico, his life's song now complete.
In a world beyond ours, perhaps he finds his seat,
As Paladin of politics, his legacy replete.

Inlining null and void, the minstrel of the summer tide,
Jimmy Buffett sails beyond, where the celestial bodies abided.
May he, in paradise, find his cheeseburger aside,
In realms ethereal, where heart's desire reside.

A judgement fair, erases a conviction thought just,
Fox's former lieutenant, in whom was placed trust.
A song of bribes he once hummed, in a game of lust,
Now United in a dance, under law's fair st. dust.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur