The Ever Elusive Mr. Morgan

She had it coming, though she never saw it coming

They knocked on the door, number 154

There were chalk lines placed and her cold, numb face

A smell in the air, uncommonly rare

One you wouldn’t dare, try to place

Fresh from the court, Inspector Mort

Surveys the floor of 154

A squalid place, a horrid face

Amongst this grime, a horror crime

As he begins to pace

Mr Clyde looks in, but his trademark grin

Is nowhere to be seen, in this grotesque scene

As the flies buzz around, the cold, dead ground

Photos taken, neighbours shaken

Mrs. Black in her favourite gown

“Who lives down the hall, maybe he saw it all?”

They knock at his door, number 164

Mr Morgan is away, but his organ still plays

Tunes so sad, he must have had

A tragedy along the way

In walks Mrs. Lear, it’s god she fears

The feelings she lacks, for Mrs. Black

“An early grave, couldn’t be saved

For she had wronged” is taken from

That holy book she waves

Little Jimmy Ray, must look away

Teddy bear in his arms, sweaty little palms

Mother at his side, her eyes are wide

His father still asleep, Mrs. Ray starts to weep

Little Jimmy Ray must hide

Inspector Mort, has crippling thoughts

Decides to go back to Mrs. Blacks

Hears through the wall, from down the hall

An organ play, Mr Morgan’s away

Or so they say, but it’s been 4 days

He will knock, the door is locked

Much to his shock, the organ stops

And suddenly, the penny drops

Breaks down the door of 164

And walks right through, but who is who?

And there’s Mr. Morgan sat at his organ

Crooked shoulders, just like they told us

Proceeds to stand up, with his hands up

A grin on his face, as he starts to pace

Up and down the floor of 164

“Mrs Black had it coming, though she never saw it coming

I strolled right in and grinning a grin

Took her by surprise, as she opened her eyes

I closed them again, counted to 10

11, 12, 13, I left the scene

And standing there, with his teddy bear

Was Little Jimmy Ray, wanted only to play

But I declined and left behind

A weeping boy with his little toy

He began to wail, Mrs. Black so pale

But I had to put an end to this sorry tale”

Inspector Mort, luckily brought, his .44, to 164

Morgan’s took away but the organ still plays

And standing there with his teddy bear

Little Jimmy Ray, but he cannot look away

And as they say every dog has its day

And standing there, by the fateful chair

With his teddy bear is Little Jimmy Ray

Cannot look away, he can only pray

That it will go fast, it’s quarter past

As Morgan drops, his organ stops

It’s 6.16 in this grotesque scene

And a smell in the air, uncommonly rare

For a scene so violent, it is so silent

Until the organ sounds, they turn around

Sitting there, with his teddy bear, is Little Jimmy Ray