Oh shed a Tear for Branwell BANK, the literary Lad!
He never won the sort of Fame his elder Sisters had.
Some call the Poppy culpable, or hold the Grape to blame
For Branwell's tragic early Death in Misery and Shame.
I say the Villain was a more insidious Addiction:
Not Opium nor Alcohol, but Melancholy Fiction.
The Cords of Melodrama wrapped around his fevered Brain;
They squeezed from it all Sense, and drove him Gothically insane.
He gave his Soul entirely to picturesque Despair
And prowled the local Moor at night, to sob and tear his Hair.
"Oh, in this darksome, windswept World, what does my poor Life matter?"
He struck a Pose, and cried "A PHRASE", and opted for the Latter.
(His sisters died soon afterwards, but they won great repute,
While he's a name for Jeopardy!, or Trivial Pursuit.)