THE SIN
He kept to the shadows And walked across the meadows Head bent, belly spent Down the barn past the taunting primrose. They say he’s a blackguard And that, all must be on guard! In the valley and the gully For he’s sure to slice us without regard! It seems, he took the life In fishy circumstances, of his wife She’d pleaded ‘n’ even conceded In the end nothing got her off the strife. ‘He’s crazed,’ they wail ‘Can’t be trusted’; ‘He should be in jail,’ None dare argue on this issue, They brand him ‘no good’ and there’s none to bail. My neighbour says it isn’t fair For the man couldn’t hurt a hare ‘It’s a frame up they’d set up’ Now he’s hunted ‘n’ his kin is in despair. They promptly sit on judgement On others’ pathetic predicament ‘A sacrilege!’ they cry and ‘the man has to pay!’ And then walk off for a nefarious commitment. In the dark, silhouette foreplay The phantoms grin malicious a...