Murder in the Red Barn

A couple soon to be said newly wed, yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back to swear the vow inside th’old shack, quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread; A reek awaftin’ out a country shed left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack, the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head; Well…, they ‘was a murder in the red barn, an absence none—nor husband—could explain, ’til—guess,—what befell the fair lady’s kin?: ’twas a strange dream th’unwound the twisted yarn. On that farm, packed ‘nside a sack o’ grain, a body lay stuffed deep down ’n’a storage bin—