Murder In the Tunnel
Each morning I took the train to work,
each evening I took the train back home.
Each way we went through a long dark tunnel,
the train lights were soft like a candle's glow. I loved seeing the light from outside,
the countryside as we passed by.
One evening it was raining cats and dogs,
everyone was wet and cold.
In the tunnel we heard a scream,
we could not see where it came from.
Then came the light from outside,
then came the blood for all to behold.
Johnny the prankster was on this train,
he had rubbed ketchup all over the seat and screamed.
He was laughing at us being scared,
he thought he was so cute.
There was almost bloodshed on that train,
the passengers were mad.
They wanted to kill him right there,
the conductor yelled stop and get in your seats.
One lucky Johnny,
he got back home safe that day.
Date Written: 1/29/2021
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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