Miss Marple
Dangerous
dame,
Of the
quaint mystique,
Steady
yourself,
Lest you
leak your insights.
You don’t
know what you saw,
Alright?
It was a
friendly little kiss,
Between two
upstanding boys.
Will you
tell on us,
Or will you
show almighty mercy?
I suspect
you feel accomplished,
For you’ve
solved the mystery.
You vicious
facade,
You’ve got
them all fooled.
They think
you’re fragile,
When you’re
Nemesis herself.
Drag me,
Drag me
pleading to the altar,
And bash my
head against it.
Let my
guilt-ridden blood trickle onto holy ground.
Let the
priest come in,
And laugh
at the sight.
Let the
whole congregation come in,
And laugh
at the sight.
Let my
former lover,
Come in,
incognito,
With his
family,
Laughing at the sight.
Oh the
laughter is worse
Than the
dull throb in my head,
From the
blow you landed,
Against
pristine marble.
Oh, make it
stop.
Make them
stop.
What have I
done?
Make them
stop.
You’ve
caused and solved my murder,
Miss
Marple.
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