Suspicion always finds the poor butler.
This time, he was carrying a large box.
I think I saw her fingers--if not her
perhaps it was her sister's golden locks.
People say that she slapped his lovely face.
Not one to pass stories loosely, mind you,
but a grain of truth may favor this case:
She loved him, but I hear, he wasn't true.
I've only heard these things, and, yet it's true:
his was an evil look I saw that night.
Passing judgment, I'm not accustomed to,
(he could have done it when far out of sight.)
At last this story is wrapped in a glove.
The Butler's name, by the way, is Daniel.
The box contained a gift for Daniel's love:
A golden, freckled-nose cocker spaniel!
July 20, 2022
Theme: #2, Suspicion Fell on the Butler
One in Five 2 poetry contest
by Joseph May ~ First Place!
Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
Your status says you dumped me and at last
you took your first full breath. You look aghast
at any desk and any desker either.
Alas, it's true. Just like pulp fiction says:
"The crime occurred next to where the body
was dumped". The butler did it. No gaudy
young things like you would fall for people as
lightweight as me. That's what you dream about:
a gravity, an earthy man, a bout
of ordinary girlish happiness.
The breakup, as for me, looks like some kind
of gravitation just in our mind:
the earth, the air, the stratosphere, the ether.
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