The Private Eye and the Femme Fatale
I’m Packing and She’s Packing
I’m a film noir private eye and I’ve got my eye on this voluptuous dame. I’m investigating the murder of her rich husband and searching for clues. Because deep in my gut, her sweet demeanor made me suspicious and I smelled a rat no matter how much charm she exuded.
My research told me she used to be a barmaid in a well heeled club and her gentlemen friends (they weren’t gentlemen) sought her out and she could pick and choose. During my questioning , her sorrow consisted of martini in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
I questioned her candidly and she answered as well in a sultry way. I was tempted but I had to be hard and in control of my misguided hormones. but I was determined seek the truth.
she swayed me
But I was on to her
time will tell
The Private Eye and the Femme Fatale
Halibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
April 25, 2019
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