The Mad Axe-Man
There once was a mad-man with an ax.
Well known for some very shocking acts.
He runs down a church aisle
Chops the altar to a pile,
He hacks until their preacher reacts.
This mad-man went to a church Bazaar.
His bizarre shouts were heard from afar.
He walked in standing tall.
Waved his awl at them all,
Then, sped off in a get-away car -
One Sunday while wolfing a hot fryer,
The ax-man thought the Friar should retire.
He went to the Cathedral
I’ll say he was not cheerful
Town folks locked him away in the spire.
He stayed in that spire for awhile.
Hoping for a very speedy trial,
He sat on a bale
Then, cried out for bail.
He was exiled to a far away isle.
Copyright April 7, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Only Homo's Allowed
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015
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