The town was small, and ev'rybody knew
Each other, all too well. A stranger should
Stand out some. But this greyish man in blue
Jean jacket and black pants? He barely could
Get noticed as he sat there at the bar.
Each night he picked a drunk to stalk. Each morn
Would find him walking home. 'Twas never far.
And nine months later, when the child was born
It knew its mother's deepest secrets. Thus
The blackmail notes began. And no one told
Another of them. Surely one of us
Was doing it? So one more town was sold
Off piece by piece. An army of these men
Helped take the country over. Not again!
Fourteen rhyming lines of pure pulp every day in sonnet form. A different genre every day of the week! All sonnets by Kate Sherrod. Look for the first volume, coming to print in 2016!
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Terror Tuesday: Baby Boom
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