Midsummer Murder at Village.----Sicilian Quantrain
`Twas at dusk on midsummers eve
That strange events took place
`fore I begin for the feint of heart
Please leave or your heart will race.
Weird goings on there was you see
In a clearing in them there woods
Village tramp was there with me
And we would of run if we could.
Them witches there they had a pot
Like a black tin bath on stand
And they did chant a load of rot
That we could`na understand.
Then we heard a blood curdling scream
And a large pool of blood of some kind
Whatever was in that big old pot
Gonna` miss his body and mind.
I`m off to tell the police man now
Even though I think its too late
For whatever was in that big old pot
The evidence must have got ate.
But I`ll have a rum before I go
Just to keep steady my nerves
So off I staggers out the door
Missing a motor wot swerved.
There was a killin` we was right
For they killed a large boar pig
The police are all at the barbecue
Havin`a midsummers jiggedy jig.
If you go in the woods tonight
Your in for a great big surprise
Village tramp fell over the bones
In that pot right up to his thighs.
The Poets Garret
WildCity Writers' Workshop
Poetry Challenges
Selected Poetry
