She was
lovely as a blonde and lovely as a skull
Said the man
in the pub on the Isle of Mull
He then
stared at me with expectancy
What could I
say?
I couldn’t
disagree
But his
words unnerved me
They were
rather sinister
Not what
you’d expect from a Methodist minister
Had he been
there too long and had too many swills?
Or was he
letting me know about one of his kills?
He flashed
me a smile and opened his bag
I feared the
worst and got ready to gag
But from his
bag he pulled out a book
And gave it
to me to take a look
He was a
part time writer and wanted me to see
The opening
line of his murder mystery
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