MYSTERY

MYSTERY

Where are we going in such a hurry?

With our bags all packed.

Fleeing the scene of a crime?

Perhaps a lover’s dispute?

The carriage is here.

Police sirens wail in the distance.

The story is getting better

as I watch

from my bedroom window.

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DID I DO THAT?

An ordinary day.
When I went out to play.
Into the cold snow I went.
And I refuse to repent.

It was so quiet.
Before the riot.
A lot of screaming.
With people teaming.

I will leave now.
And take my bow.
Before I am seen.
I’m leaving the scene.

THE MYSTERY

Where are we going in such a hurry?
With our bags all packed.
Fleeing the scene of a crime?
Perhaps a lover’s dispute?
The carriage is here.
Police sirens wail in the distance.
The story is getting better
as I watch from
my bedroom window.

WHAT'S UP?

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
IS THE WOMAN DEAD OR SUNBATHING?
WHAT IS THE MAN DOING?
IS THE ROBED WOMAN WEEPING OR
TAKING A LUNCH BREAK?
I BELIEVE THAT THE WOMAN IS DEAD
AND THEY’RE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT
WHAT TO DO WITH THE DEAD BODY.