Frank McCourt's Ashes

There once was an author named Frank
Whose life as a child sure stank

For the Pulitzer Prize

He wrote about lives

Which were miserable, shitty and rank.

Show some respect for the old Irishman by pouring a bit of whiskey into your glass and onto the ground.

'Tis true no DW2K9ers claimed the 22 points Frank left behind. They figured since McCourt already lived through hell he must be invicible.