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.
