Kind of a getaway day, I know, so how about a poem about suicide from someone you've never heard of?
Ere her limbs frigidlyEnjoy the beach, everybody!
Stiffen too rigidly,
Smooth and compose them;
And her eyes, close them,
Staring so blindly!
(There's also this poem which I remember being parodied in a MAD magazine anthology I must have read when I was eleven. It occurs to me that there's a lot of alter-kocker culture I must have imbibed from seeing it parodied in MAD and Bugs Bunny cartoons. Stuff like the lyrics to musicals and "I'm Looking Over A Four-Leaf Clover (That I Overlooked Before)."
(The other poem is this one, which takes place at a death-bed. SPOILER ALERT: she dies. )
(Wikipedia tells me that Thomas Hood -- whom I'd never heard of until now, despite having been in the company of English majors basically all my life -- was a humorist. Couldn't prove it by these entries, although they do prove that humorists are tremendously maudlin people deep down.)