The invincible victim raised his head
declaring "I'm a trifle dead"
"I'll be a little more tomorrow"
and his nostrils quivered in his sorrow.

Tears trickling down his merry face
collected in a special place
betwixt his chin and bottom lip
and formed a huge and trembling drip.

The moisture now began to stream
his sadness came in squeaks and screams
his special place began to pour
and drowned a beetle on the floor.

another epic of literature all my own work.