Sigrid Ermine Poet Rhyme

Aves Appetiser

How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
     After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
     Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
     Told Rod he'd not have true love twice


     Victim adamant to prove prowess 
     To construct his dazzling platform
     Marina tower apartment, salesman finesse
     Enamour for strawberry blonde, he'd perform


     Abattoir visits supply excess meat
     Too good to discard, soon crows found
     Raw morsels upon sunny balcony heat
     Slowly rotting, sixty metres above ground


     Pleased frequenting feathered friends
     Swoop hungry, hot tiles smeared in grease
     While his platonic blonde sidestepping pretends
     She's not ready to consummate their needs 

     
     Shimmer photoshoot illusion windswept strands
     Whip her dazzled face in gold to behold
     Pristine boat grid below, his meaty hands
     Suddenly clamp her jugular, slowed blood cold

    
     Duck egg irises fear increases, dance shoes slip
     Held up by Rod's determination to murder
     Strangled finally to submission in his sausage grip
     Remote controlled bird saw and heard her

     
     Floating microphone, struggled inhale caught
     Quad propellers wing nimble, zoom eye snaps
     Amor of flaxen haired dancer he sought
     Filmed before her fatty floor collapse 


     Cocky Rod knows how to remove her corpse
     Platonic blonde diced by cow carcass blade
     Churns through her chaste, chest flesh warps
     Chuck steak beak struck, friends caw unafraid 


     



             20th July 2022
             Written for Contest: Start Sleuthing 
             Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg

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David Kavanagh July 23, 2022 at 3:24 PM Fed to the birds, brilliant writing Sigrid, what an imagination you have, and vocabulary to match, after reading this one, and many of your other diverse works over the years, I’m sure you could write a novel, all the best in contest, cheers David Sigrid Ermine July 23, 2022 at 5:00 PM Hello, my cherished prolific witty poet, David! Ta! Aware this write doesn't tick the criteria Natasha asked for, - but had fun in a similar vein, of course attempting to keep it culled! Your comments enrich my day!