The Pleasant Man

The pleasant man marched home again,
Strolling across the broad, marshy fen,
He strode briskly along the winding path,
Having visited Bristol, London and Bath,

The pleasant man arrived at his door,
Closing it carefully and walking along the floor,
He entered the kitchen,
And laid down his hat,

A trail of blood seeped through the door,
Staining all along the kitchen floor,
The pleasant man did clean it up,
And gave the wife to his dog, for its sup’,

The pleasant man marched out again,
Washing his hands in the broad marshy fen,
He strode briskly along the winding path,
Off again to visit, Bristol, London and Bath.


by Enigma
posted on 12/31/1969