Billy Thekidster Poet Rhyme

I Was Killed By a Woman

I was killed by a woman.
Mary C Tripp.
She now lies with me in my grave.
How ironic?
She stabbed me through my heart with a Bowie knife.
Shortly thereafter ended my life,
but it almost didn't go that way.
I was ready to kill her to defend my own life all the way.
She was a stranger. I never met her before.
Out of the darkness of the night she surged towards me with an insane roar.
Her knife first slashed my arms as I tried to protect my face.
She just kept slashing and screaming. She never hastened her pace.
I shoved my foot into her belly pushing her back,
but I could not restrain her ongoing attack.
She eventually knocked me down to the ground.
Alongside me a long rod of rebar I found.
She dove at me through the air with her insane wail. 
I could have had her on that rebar easily impaled.
I chose to attempt to keep fighting hoping to restrain her.
She drove that big blade through my heart is all that did occur.
My last words to the medics as they tried desperately to save me,
"Please forgive this woman. When her time comes, bury her with me.
She knows not of what she has become. Such is her world of insanity.
Bury her with me and if I can I'll try to help her rest in peace."
The following were the last words I spoke when I died and ended my converse,
"She was once like all Very Great Women who so sadly for whatever reason got cursed."

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Jay Loveless April 27, 2010 at 11:20 AM Oh wow....forgive her....your a sweet soul.

Sara Kendrick April 19, 2010 at 11:28 AM Interesting tall tale that you have told in this one...Keep the creative pen flowing.....Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown April 19, 2010 at 4:19 AM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning Billy. Thank you for sharing your writing. Love, Carol

Skat A April 18, 2010 at 2:44 PM I like your comment, Doris. You are funny...Enjoyed thanks and have a wonderful day, S.k.a.t.

Doris Culverhouse April 18, 2010 at 12:14 PM So sad--where do I send the flowers?

Poet Destroyer A April 18, 2010 at 11:04 AM A well written one, Kidster. I like the part of the Bowie knief, I know exactly what knife you are talkng about.