I didn't do it. I wasn't there!
Why does everyone gasp and stare?
What's that you say? I can't remember.
Where is the body you say I dismembered?
No, no, that's not right!
I was home the whole time!
Why do you think I
Committed that crime?
I don't have a motive,
There's nothing to hide,
Except this old chainsaw
I must confide.
I was watching this movie
When there appeared
A ghastly figure! With blood it was smeared!
I thought I was tripping
But no, it was real!
I snatched up my chainsaw
I dispatched it with zeal!
There's no mea culpa,
No confession to make.
They're all out to get me!
Oh, for Pete's sake!
Call my therapist now,
He'll tell you alright.
If you're not going to charge me,
I'll say goodnight!
June 2017
Heartiest Congrats on the poem of the Day for this intriguing and humorous poem.
Thank you Edward. I was thinking about Robert Browning’s poetry when I did this.
Thank you Lorraine. I just now learned it was poem of the day. Glad you saw the humor in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CUTE POEM, YOU NUT CASE. BUT I THINK I SEE TWO 'L' IN 'ZEALL' BRI : )
Once again Bri, your grasp of the obvious is stunning. My congratulations! But, look again-‘zeal' has one ‘L.' You mistook an exclamation point for an ‘L.'