Thursday, December 31, 2009

the mystery

On a slightly cold moonlit night
In the green garden ground
propped up against the Bouganvilla fence
Sir Fairglow's body was found


A single slit graced his neck
A sleek crimson stroke
Such beauty in its Ghastliness
Only a cold blood could evoke


Sir Fairglow was a happy man
And many friends he kept
so it was agreed upon
The cause must surely be theft


For he'd have stepped out into the open
To soak in the  moon lit air of the night
and pounced upon by some dark eyed robber
hiding out of sight


'It's sad, sad", said Sir Crookednose
"Such a sad and terrible end"
"For the pious Fairglow the happy Fairglow"
"Was truly my most loved friend"


"He and I were together
Exchanging our views till late
When all of a sudden he said he'd get some air,
True calling of ones fate"

And with that he covered his eyes
and shed a loud tear
the tear that one sheds
On loosing someone dear

On Sir Crooked Nose's exit
Sir Foulmouth Stepped in
Said the same sorry words
With a lop-sided grin

Sir Calmface amongst them
Did not any emotion shake
He believed the  God ..who always giveth
Also knew when to take



...........bleh !!! solve it later !!!!

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