In the End
"There is nothing to fear, except the persistent refusal to find out the truth." Dorothy Thompson
In the middle of the dark night
Even in his heart, fear gripped the knight
There's a killer loose eating cereal
Whose dead by a killer serial
We escaped to a private isle
I asked my girl to walk down the aisle
There we stayed at a fancy inn
But mostly we stayed close and in
My fianceé has a lovely scent
And doesn't mind, I don't have a cent
As we wile away a long hour
With dreams of one day much being ours
She's making fluffy biscuits of flour
Through the window, view of a flower
As she unties her apron knot
To go outside, asking why not
The cereal killer has an oar
She's seeing a clump of iron ore
The serial killer spies him
Decides to sing a happy hymn
Suddenly the cereal killer does hear
A loud, sudden move over here
The splitting of the oar of fir
As the cereal killer hits with a fur
OR
I could go on and not end
But since we stayed snuggled and in
I have run out of lies to tell
Or maybe need to write a long tale
Contest: Homophone Rhyme
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
Date written: 10/23/2022
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