Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

Johnny Sparrow

Johnny Sparrow

Johnny Sparrow, laid to rest,
Raven sits on his oaken chest,
In the tower by bed of straw
Smoking musket on the floor.

Johnny Sparrow, once a lord,
With velvet tunic, silver sword,
Heart broken by unfaithful wife
Took his musket, took her life.

Johnny Sparrow, wife was smitten
By love poems sweetly written,
His amorous words were enough
For her to pledge unrequited love.

Johnny Sparrow, the poet knew,
Once a friend, he had but few,
Frequented taverns, porters sunk
Until them both were rolling drunk.

Johnny Sparrow and his wife to be
Did both admire his poetry,
Of infidelity, there was no mention,
None knew then of his intention.

Johnny Sparrow, when was wed
Found love poems in his bed,
All along she had been untrue,
And Johnny Sparrow never knew.

Johnny Sparrow, in rage did plot,
Loaded his musket with lead shot,
Knowing love could not be saved
Sent wife and poet to their graves,

Johnny Sparrow, laid to rest,
Raven sits on his oaken chest,
Pecking a poem into the grain
"Johnny Sparrow died insane"

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