Our Score Was Enough For Zeke
I went to Zeke's to buy some paint
But Zeke was not at home
But his wife, Zoe, was welcoming
A vile and vagrant gnome
A fugitive of ill repute
Who'd beat me with his bumbershoot
And so I slew that dwarfish brute
Ha, bumbershoot? Meet blunderbuss!
The midget's corpse was drilled
With shot, while Zoe looked on aghast
To see her lover killed
I bade her calm, and asked for paint
To daub upon the Patron Saint
Of Archers--St. Sebastian's quaint
She cried that it was blasphemy
And lit a votive, then
Her Zeke came home, and all aglee
Inscribed with a quill pen
Three words that made uncommon sense
A message that, though cryptic, dense
Had implications quite immense ...
I staggered back, for it was clear
That "Kilroy" Zeke himself "was here"
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, loaf, F, Chevalier, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Lou Beck. |
| Poem finished: | 24th August 2006 by F. |