A Lizzie Poem By Matt
Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 7:19 pm
Some Questions for Lizzie
Oh Lizzie Borden, with your eyes of Grey
let me ask some questions, if I may
What were your thoughts on that fateful day
Was the Noisy Bird a singing
While Abby's braid went a flinging
Was it the Fiery heat that made you snap
Or the rotton Mutton, that tasted like crap
Was there a sheet of lead, in the barn
Or was that a web, you wove from yarn
When father did slumber upon the couch
Was there any pain, even an ouch
Did Uncle John with no Luggage to spare
Kill the Bordens, and then was paid his share
Did Bridget Purge because She was Queasy
Or was it Her hand in Murder, that came so easy
Was it Abby's note, that Bowen did Fire
Or something more sinister, He had to expire
Did Alice Russell with Her prune pursed mouth
Do all She could to send you South
Was there Corruption and Scandal
High up and Low down
That covered like a blanket, Your Fall River town
Did you Vapor over Trickerys Scoop
Everyone knew it was just a Dupe
Did you shake and shudder and face turn pale
When Knowlton did hound you with no avail
How did you react on Acquittal day
When the Cow stopped moowing
And the Foreman said Nay
Did you Shake or Faint, about the 25 Grand
When Jennings did place his bill in your Hand
Was Maplecroft your Castle to stay
Or did it ease the pain of another day
Did Sister Emma give you a nasty glance
And disapprove of that, that Harlet Nance
If I could go back to that particular Morn
Before the Murders, and all the Scorn
We could walk together, hand in hand
To Sargeants Store, the Sale would be Grand
There would be no Fingers pointing at You
And for once in your life
the Sky could be Blue
We Love You Lizzie
Matt Jones
Oh Lizzie Borden, with your eyes of Grey
let me ask some questions, if I may
What were your thoughts on that fateful day
Was the Noisy Bird a singing
While Abby's braid went a flinging
Was it the Fiery heat that made you snap
Or the rotton Mutton, that tasted like crap
Was there a sheet of lead, in the barn
Or was that a web, you wove from yarn
When father did slumber upon the couch
Was there any pain, even an ouch
Did Uncle John with no Luggage to spare
Kill the Bordens, and then was paid his share
Did Bridget Purge because She was Queasy
Or was it Her hand in Murder, that came so easy
Was it Abby's note, that Bowen did Fire
Or something more sinister, He had to expire
Did Alice Russell with Her prune pursed mouth
Do all She could to send you South
Was there Corruption and Scandal
High up and Low down
That covered like a blanket, Your Fall River town
Did you Vapor over Trickerys Scoop
Everyone knew it was just a Dupe
Did you shake and shudder and face turn pale
When Knowlton did hound you with no avail
How did you react on Acquittal day
When the Cow stopped moowing
And the Foreman said Nay
Did you Shake or Faint, about the 25 Grand
When Jennings did place his bill in your Hand
Was Maplecroft your Castle to stay
Or did it ease the pain of another day
Did Sister Emma give you a nasty glance
And disapprove of that, that Harlet Nance
If I could go back to that particular Morn
Before the Murders, and all the Scorn
We could walk together, hand in hand
To Sargeants Store, the Sale would be Grand
There would be no Fingers pointing at You
And for once in your life
the Sky could be Blue
We Love You Lizzie
Matt Jones