Nigel Fox Poet Couplet

A Plan To Kill

Going to an ocean death, denied worms 
At the rear done, stern (yes naval terms)

Best a lower deck down, lowest how apt
Bully he’s gone; all free me now not trapped

Big man struck, stunned, with just a strong push
Time a plenty, calm, no panic, or need for hush

Powerful Propellers churning, all sound damped
No conscience felt, over there he goes, dumped 

A Long way from land, body lost, if found decayed 
Checked secret loathing the act must not be delayed

Denied opportunity and timing he didn’t go        (perhaps)
Me me the cold blooded killer (a plan) so long ago 

Long time ago a killer me I don’t think so!
Civilised citizen but no holy Joe!

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Doris Culverhouse August 27, 2010 at 5:24 AM Nigel, you are very naughty...please explain your comment. ;) Thks, Doris

Doris Culverhouse August 25, 2010 at 12:43 PM Nigel, I did not understand your comment---was that the idea?? LOL

Gert W. Knop August 25, 2010 at 9:14 AM Well written Couplet, Nigel! And intzeresting story told!...All the best!...Gert

Carolyn Devonshire August 21, 2010 at 1:39 PM Such an interesting story behind this poem, Nigel. Surely, you don't really have a "plan to kill," but you seem to get into the mind of a killer very well. Good work, my friend. Love, Carolyn