The Stalker Version 2
the scene is set, the banqueting hall is not looking so shoddy
plenty of wild flowers to hide the smell of unwashed bodies
the ladies in their finery drink gin with gusto ......they presume
the fancy looking men will drink whatever they can consume
then the trumpets sounded,
heralding that food was being brought in ..... in silver dishes
knaves in all their glory carried platters of meat, chicken, fishes.
this was snatched by the revellers, who rammed into their mouths great chunks of meat.
around the table on the floor were bones by the score
which the eaters had thrown at their feet dogs waited, salivating, to pounce on the floor
suddenly another fanfare sounded ....another platter was carried In
this one was covered with a domed lid, what was so intriguing within?
with aplomb the lord made a speech with a drunken slur
was ranting on about stalkers, how unpleasant they were
with artistic flair he removed the lid
all went quiet ....even the dog's slunk away and hid
sitting on a bed of cabbage was a severed head
this Stalker will stalk no more he said
penned 23/08/2016
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