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| Tournier's Banquet Scene With a Lute Player courtesy of Magpie Tales 67 |
I may be a courtesan
But I have got a master plan
I'm going to escape these men
They won't bother me again.
See the one playing the lute?
He's nothing more than a brute.
And the one with the eye glass?
He is nasty, cruel, and crass.
The other two are even worse-
They sport habits most perverse!
They wanted a little food
To set the tone, to set the mood.
Over dinner I will serve
Exactly what they most deserve.
Lots of arsenic should suffice
To end their dinners off real nice.
They may detect metallic taste
Never suspect their meal was laced.
And by the time they long for bed
If all goes well, they should be dead.
The final course I save for me-
When they are gone, then I am free!
submitted for Magpie Tales 67
and for May Poetry Challenge, Crime, at Verse in a Nutshell
