*This is a poem from my AP Lit/Comp project. It is a mocking epitaph for the fake gravestone of Jack’s “dead brother Ernest” from Oscar Wilde’s “The Importance of Being Earnest.
The Epitaph of Ernest
A beloved brother.
He had died of a severe chill.
A friend to Bunbury and the city.
Morality was not his skill.
He was loved despite all he did.
Such a shame that he never really lived.