Dagger

In your bosom concealed, you are a fighter: Who doesn’t a single matter take lighter; The closest chap to you making a big mistake, As you wouldn’t care what it‘d take Inside your bag, some folk is about to drop dead Like some hapless character in novels read: A murderous slashing of his windpipe Or a jugular discharging services of the same type. Soon traced to you, sun handcuffed, A strong belief you should be in a prison overstaffed; In others a polite advice to you by the police To go and hire a very smart lawyer Be you Humphrey, Allen or Eunice Or for that matter Tom Sawyer… Unless it didn’t land –a dagger Even bloodless angels would stagger!