The Mystery of a Woman
I do wonder
After all that’s been seen and done
if she really killed him and
what she did with the gun
Not that she didn’t have her reasons
his abuse was number one
his cheating, his drinking
his time on the run
Ok! He wasn’t perfect
but who is?. . . No one..
Maggie was a charmer
a vivacious coquette
a brown-eyed brunette.
with a face too beautiful to forget
She was a pillar of the community
Friendly to everyone she met
willing to help out a neighbor
likable from the outset.
OK! She wasn’t perfect
but she never was. . . a threat.
Here’s how they found him
that abusive loudmouthed pighead;
Sitting on the couch watching TV….
only, with a head full of lead.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Online) - Published: July 30th, 2024 09:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a scenario that popped into my head.
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Comments5
Maybe you just started your first novel? Two most interesting characters, although we now know the end. brilliant imagery somewhat gory. I had a chuckle when I read the title. 🤣
Thanks, Teddy15. What a great idea. Laura and Albert. Lovers who have a falling out (or shoot out).
:Murder on the 12th Floor. Yes?
It would be an American soap opera for sure. I'm not a fan of real violence though dearest Phil, shootouts aren't something I've ever enjoyed reading about in the real world. 🌹
Love it
Thank you, Tony36
You're welcome
excruciatingly gory but boy what a bloody story .. 😎👍
Thanks, Neville. A "gory story," they found the body in a "lorry" in the" quarry" and the "jury" found her innocent. "Gory and story" and not much else.
A noir style poem in black and white. Loved those old movies. Well written
Thanks, SB.
Never thought of it as noir, but yes it fits.
Better the poem popped into your head,
Than your head being popped by the lead..
I know - too obvious, but it's the best I can do before my afternoon nap.....
Thanks, DD. I was a long distance away from the gunfire. Don't sleep too soundly. There may be ladies out there waiting to blow your brains out. Be careful to get that right.
Not round here there ain't - they would have to release their grip on their walking frames to aim properly.....
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