Suspense Poem by Aram Stefanian

Luke was Jane's beau and her hired gun
She wanted to get rid of her filthy rich man
And for months made an ingenious plan
Promising Luke big bucks after the deal was done

Jim was working late at the office that night
When Luke entered the room and got the dropp on him
Jim was right in time for turning off a light
Two shots ensued, and the silence seemed grim

Jane got uptight, sick and tired of suspense
All night long she chain-smoked and hit the booze
The following morning with anxiety was she tense
She suspected what had happened, and tried to hang loose