Long, long, time ago.
There was a man named Mr. Armand Schuster.
A man as tall as 4 and half roosters.
Mr. Schuster was a loner,
by choice.
Well, he was married but,
she wasn't even worth a boner.
I think that should suffice.
Mrs. Schuster was too an unhappy woman.
Tied to a serial killer
and a bohemian.
The only people happy,
at all.
Weren't even human,
at all.
Technically, it doesn't exist,
at all.
Mr. Schuster's shadow and his…
(for the sake of the poet's puny little fingers, Mrs. Schuster's shadow)
… Sh-wife.
Mr. Schuster's shadow and his Sh-wife made a bet.
The one with the best scare tactic.
gets to wear his favourite hat.
Mr. Schuster's shadow went to work with him at the next light.
Mr. Schuster wasn't aware of its plight.
Mr. Schuster's shadow kept on planning all day.
Mr. Schuster seemed in a different mood today.
Mr. Schuster's shadow returned home with its master.
Mr. Schuster was lugging his suitcase;
Maybe an extra work muster?
Mr. Schuster's shadow was last-minute-ing his plan.
Mr. Schuster's knife was already out, all spic and span.
Mr. Schuster's shadow tiptoed into the room.
Mr. Schuster, with a smile, hid his gloom.
Mr. Schuster's shadow discovered that the Sh-wife had a back at himself.
Mr. Schuster's knife has already outshone his real self.
Mr. Schuster's shadow tapped on the Sh-wife’s back.
Mr. Schuster stabbed his wife without a lack.
Mr. Schuster's shadow kept tickling the Sh-wife.
Mr. Schuster's hand went to and fro like a machine, sans life.
Mr. Schuster's shadow, straightened the hat on its head.
Mrs. Schuster was on the way to be unmade.
Mr. Schuster's shadow was delightful until the next morning light.
Until Mr. Schuster took it to the Church at Glover and starlight.
Mr. Schuster's shadow couldn't couldn't find its counterpart.
Mr. Schuster gave his best to hide the happiness in his heart.
Mr. Schuster's shadow got startled, so loudly.
Mr. Schuster's wife has pinned its friend so tightly.
Mr. Schuster's shadow was sad, it tried so hard to not to give in.
Mr. Schuster was already planning a holiday at the holiday inn.
Mr. Schuster's shadow finally accepted its defeat.
Mr. Schuster was just standing there with a perfect pleat.
Mr. Schuster's shadow threw his hat towards the Sh-wife.
Mr. Schuster was having one of the best time of his life.
Mr. Schuster's shadow is still planning for his next fife.
Unknown to the fact; Mr. Schuster took its beloved, the Sh-wife.
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The Good place
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
