Happy Mother’s Day

Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Today, we are going to do it a little different with a humorous poem on this lovely Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s Day to all great grandmothers, grandmothers, wives, sisters, aunts, friends and neighbors. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poem you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

The Ballad of William Bloat 

– Raymond Calvert
In a mean abode on the Skankill Road

Lived a man named William Bloat;

He had a wife, the curse of his life,

Who continually got his goat.

So one day at dawn, with her nightdress on

He cut her bloody throat.
With a razor gash he settled her hash

Oh never was crime so quick

But the drip drip drip on the pillowslip ‘

Of her lifeblood made him sick.

And the pool of gore on the bedroom floor

Grew clotted and cold and thick.
And yet he was glad he had done what he had

When she lay there stiff and still

But a sudden awe of the angry law

Struck his heart with an icy chill.

So to finish the fun so well begun

He resolved himself to kill.
He took the sheet from the wife’s coul’ feet

And twisted it into a rope

And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf,

‘Twas an easy end, let’s hope.

In the face of death with his latest breath

He solemnly cursed the Pope.
But the strangest turn to the whole concern

Is only just beginning.

He went to Hell but his wife got well

And she’s still alive and sinning.

For the razor blade was German made

But the sheet was Belfast linen.

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