Halloween Nightmare #3: The Murderers Plan Poem by Patti Masterman

The murderers had thought their plan a success;
Just kill the old man, and never confess.
But they didn't expect that the body would tattle
And tell where was hid, with a noisy rattle.

The old man was careful; he carried his phone
Everywhere with him, even at home.
So deep in his pocket, the phone was as usual;
And they never found it, in their too quick perusal.

In a hurry they dumped him down, under the bed
Planning that later, they'd bury the dead:
Some place extra secret, as soon as they knew
The best place to plant him; if the plan would go through.

And during the evening, a guest came to call
As the cat commenced wandering, off down the hall;
Spying the body, there beneath the bed
The cat began squalling, with a terrible dread.

As luck would then have it, at that same exact time
Some random caller was spending his dime,
To call the poor victim, lying stone still-
And the phone kept vibrating quite loudly until-

The murderers found it, and made some excuse;
Had to run off the caller, to flesh out their ruse.
They put the old man, in the front of his car
And drove to the canyon; was not very far.

They revved up the engine, but before could get out,
A muscle spasm gripped him; his leg spasmed out
Down upon the accelerator; his foot it did fasten,
And the car spun out; toppling into the chasm.

No one ever realized, it was not a soiree
Of three friendly folks out enjoying their day;
By the time that the wreck was found, in the ravine
The town would recall it, as just a bad dream.