Asylum Poem by Mary Ann Bahala

ASYLUM
by MEANN BAHALA

there's more to these quest hangin' on my left
that can't even be defined by it's obvious heft
seems like a crime bogglin' on my right
leaving a mystic trace to start up a night.

it started with a note that recites a rhyme
to decipher the riddle on a very short time
leave not a sigh before it's too late
as the culprit will never patiently wait.

the tickin' hands of the clock has now resumed the race
find some clues on the note to reveal up the face
hurry up! hurry up! there's no need for the fine
just pull up the forces to stop death on the line

judging on the scene, it's a mere disguise
as the clever crook has played it wise
suicide on the angle has betrayed itself
detectively speaking, it's a murder on the shelf.

there's more to laughter on this holy room
as the sky above reflected down the moon
to show the lunatic plot of this foolish catch
to save you a movie that is worth to watch.