Paul Rudd made a new bud
Who went by the name Zach Braff.
They’d put on northern English accents
And say “path” and “bath” and “laugh”.
It was all harmless fun. At first.
Until they went to Liverpool
For a weekend away
And mimicked the accent
Every single day.
Soon Zach Braff was drowned in a bath
And Paul was shot on a path for a laugh.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.