Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Trying to get ahead by Grant Harbison

She was lovely as a blonde and lovely as a skull
Said the man in the pub on the Isle of Mull
He then stared at me with expectancy
What could I say?
I couldn’t disagree
But his words unnerved me
They were rather sinister
Not what you’d expect from a Methodist minister
Had he been there too long and had too many swills?
Or was he letting me know about one of his kills?
He flashed me a smile and opened his bag
I feared the worst and got ready to gag
But from his bag he pulled out a book
And gave it to me to take a look
He was a part time writer and wanted me to see
The opening line of his murder mystery

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