The plot thickens

plot

Why do they deserve to know?

The schemes and plots they play

Murder most foul is so dark

In widow’s weeds, there to lay

In ropes and ribbons in a noose

With knives and bombs not shown

If you ask me, show no worry

Be calm, before all is blown

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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