Tick Tock Went the Clock
He slashed his wife's neck
To get the insurance check
The evidence was thin
There was a slim chance he might win
I watched the accused
He looked somewhat amused
As his lawyer whispered to him in his ear
The outcome was clear
The courthouse was still
Surrounded by the old bill
The verdict was handed over to the Judge
The lawyer gave the defendant a nudge
He stood up in the dock
And kept his eye on the clock
Quarter past ten
Suddenly mayhem
As he was released
No justice for the deceased.
Copyright © Brigitte Pace | Year Posted 2014
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