Originally posted on erasing.org on 9 November 2008
In airports and on beaches, many people found delichton
His sci-fi-techno-anthro-socio-pulp-adventure wrichton.
His tautly-plotted novels made his readers’ knuckles whichton,
Their pulses pound like timpani, their sphincters swiftly tichton.
From businessbabes harassin’ men whose lust they aren’t requichton,
To senators a-stranglin’ and gigantic squids a-smichton;
From viruses infectin’ Earth and hairy Vikings fichton,
To gray gorillas killin’ and velociraptors bichton!
And other pagey-turners that were equally excichton!
That entertain and educate! That flabbergast and frichton!
And so we bid farewell to Michael Crichton,
Who’s gone go-gentle-into-that-good-nichton.
(Just don’t pronounce it Crickton.
It’s too constrictin’.)