Monday 20 August 2018

The Charming man



The charming man

“Please would you mind stepping on to this chair?”
Said the charming man with the charming hair,
In a charming voice, calm, soft and polite,                                          
With a charming smile; charming and bright.
The commoner stepped up onto the chair,
Stood underneath a noose hanging there,
The charming man said, “Put your head inside”,
And the commoner, charmed, gladly complied.
The charming man smiled, charmingly sighed,
Kicked at the chair and the commoner died.

“Please would you mind coming over here?”
Said the charming man; charming and clear,
With a charming manner; charming and fair,
With a charming face and a charming stare.
The commoner came to the edge of the tower,
Stood to attention, gave a quick bow
And the charming man said, “Listen carefully,
Get ready to jump on the count of three”.
The charming man counted and charmed as could be,
The commoner jumped to his death, eagerly.

“Please would you mind picking up this gun?”
Said the charming man, the charming one,
In the charming suit, charming bowtie
And charming top hat; what a charming guy!
The commoner picked up the weapon and said,
“Would you like me to point this gun at my head?”
And the charming man said, “My, how did you guess?
How clever you are, of course I do yes.
Now put your finger on the trigger and press”.
So he did, (and the servants cleaned up the mess).

“Please would you mind following me?”
Said the charming man ever so charmingly.
With the charming demeanour and charming bent
Of a perfectly charming upper class gent.
The commoners heard him and loved his style,
So they happily followed and after a while,
They came to a field of mud, barbed wire,
Dead soldiers, trenches, gas and gunfire.
The charming man left them in that quagmire,
To fight for his cause, and fulfil his desire.


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