The Rule

The Rule

The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick Maker,
Finally meet their undertaker
As the detective walks into their play ground
Blood and bodies tossed around

Familiar work that he has seen before
Unfolding a letter which had left him sore
The Humpty Dumpty Family Massacre
He had found the killers of this he was sure

But something was strange
The murders were not of range
Seemed they had been interrupted
That something may have corrupted

The Butchers victim still had their tissue
The fire from the Baker was still and issue
An empty noose hung from above
As the detective put on his glove

Grabbing his night stick he began to search the home
Once up the stairs he realized he wasn’t alone
The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick Maker
Lie bound and gagged ready to meet their maker

A note is placed on the ground before them
Picking it up he examines
What is so perfectly written
“Make them pay for their sin

For they didn’t follow the rule
Father Vulture is no fool
Never kill the innocent
Or be found indecent

Simon I’ll be watching you – Jack”
Realizing this wasn’t the work of some hack
The detective looked down on the three
“Simon Says its time to pay the Vulture’s fee”


About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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