The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Monday, April 25, 2011

An Execution

Upon the left, the bandit chief
Who caused such havoc and such grief;

A pity more of his attacks
Were not on those who take our tax.

Upon the right, another crook,
Who has been justly brought to book;

I don't know what it was about,
But wives and kids like their day out.

And in the middle? well, who knows.
Just some poor bastard, I suppose.

He cried out to his Father true,
Who must have other things to do.

The rocks are rent, the earth's ashake;
It looks like rain, and no mistake.

Fipley Gobbetts

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