For this thread, I will do a poem on Kurt Cobain, the late lead-singer of Nirvana.
His presence was always welcoming
His words echoed throughout the crowd
Little did we know that he would bring
A sound unique and somewhat loud
Within the year of ninety-one
His band left insignificance behind
The hearts of fans were all won
With the release of Nevermind
He knew he was ugly but said it's okay
And used his voice to make up for his merit
Whenever he sang the crowds would sway
As he proclaimed it smells like teen spirit
Sadly he passed away long ago
To this day his death remains a fuss
But everyone who knew him knows
He came here to entertain us
That is all.