Rough Justice story poem

narrative verse

 

Rough justice.

 

Squire Cholmondely I presume

Was not prepared to meet his doom

 when he was slaughtered by his groom.

 

Whose wife he made advances to

 a thing no gentleman would do.

He got no more than he was due.

 

The groom decided he must pay

 and slit his weasand one fine day

Then hid his corpse without delay.

 

Nobody liked the squire much

 and he was often out of touch.

There was no hue and cry as such.

 

Nobody thought he might be dead.

The groom had dropped him so he said

to catch the coach for Maidenhead.

 

Where he indulged his appetite

 for painted ladies of the night

Which he assumed to be his right.

 

The groom confessed on his death bed

 that Squire Cholmondely was long dead

The priest absolved him readily.

 

 

The groom now dead had not revealed

 where the body was concealed.

So that remains a mystery.

 

 

Now to this day nobody knows

the hiding place which the groom chose.

He hid it with great secrecy

 

Nobody cares sufficiently

 to try to find where it might be

There’d be no useful purpose served.

 

The squire got what he deserved

 I must conclude its for the best

Nobody knows where his bones rest.

 

Perhaps one day by happenstance

He will be found by some mischance.

Buried in some unhallowed plot.

 

But I would rather he was not.

The whole affair should be forgot

The past is past beyond recall

 

and I for one don’t care at all.

My granddad did what I would do

 to anyone insulting you.

 

Sunday, 08 November 2009

 

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Cholmondely is pronounced Chumly

For some obscure reason

Reviews

[R.R.Louderback]

"Nobody liked the squire much" might need another syllable to scan properly.

Otherwise, I loved it. I laughed (OK I have a dark sense of humour) again and again.