Murder In the Tunnel
He pushed his shopping cart towards the empty tunnel
it was full of rattling empties and a brave cocker spaniel
a penniless vagabond hiding from the rainy day pummel
wet, cold, and hungry hunching closer to Jack Daniel
he shared with his dog, a little square of flannel
Along came a mosquito with a straw-like mouth
and crawled into the bottle with an empty spout
The hobo drunk on booze in a stupor from the sauce
shut the insect in then hollered " so now whos boss !"
the dog did bark but heh, he wasn't in the land of Oz
so on his knees the hobo went and soon began to pray
"I didn't have to murder him so why did I, oh why oh why "
and then the echo came from the empty tunnel's way
"Don't cry my child after all it was just a fly !"
confessed and reassured the hobo slept until the light of day.
January 27, 2021
Contest Name: Murder In The Tunnel
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