Before a Hanging
Christ!
You let a life be priced?
However this thing goes,
Whichever way the wind blows,
This chap has begun to lose!
A mocking last- minute booze
For a throat in a noose
Far from loose:
A booze through a neck
They would soon wreck…
With people asking “Whose”
And whether the neck did this choose?
And soon it shall be on the news
A chap “Practical Roast Goose”
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