Sinister Things Poem by Phil Soar

Sinister Things



A glimpse of something sinister
an ugly looking geezer
a body left outside when shot
then stuffed into a freezer
a gang of thugs in rampant mood
a villain or two at large
a relaxing trip on an old canal
on a stolen river barge
the result will be a prison cell
and a life of mucking out
so don’t give in to sinister things
in case there are cops about

Thursday, April 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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