Going "ape"

Hey, Bob: I see your literary limericks, and raise you a double-dactyl obituary of a famous writer's spouse ...

Scribble-dee, scrabble-dee,
Valerie Eliot,
Great poet's widow and
Editrix bright,

Died last November, an
Octogenarian:
Dayadhvam, shantih, so
Long and good night.


And then, in the same form, an autobiography:

Rumble-dee, bumble-dee,
Thomas from Eastie wrote
Thousands of poems with
Lines brash and stout.

Readers grew sick of his
Superloquacity:
"When will the ink in his
Keyboard run out?"

(I have a less-than-perfectly-kind one about Auden that I won't post here.)