The tradition of the Halloween Poetry reading continues! This year, we had a little different crowd and we held the event, but it was just as amazing as last. One of my favorite things about the tradition is telling people about it. When asked what I'm doing on Halloween and I respond saying I am attending a poetry reading, I get all sorts of strange looks. Little do they know, this isn't your ordinary poetry read. Strangely enough, everyone kept their poems fairly clean with few innuendoes until the very last poem by a one Ryan Miller. I've got only a few pictures from the evening, but the ones I do have are keepers!
We had T H E G R E A T P U M P K I N (played by Daniel Riding.)
G A N G S T E R S (played by Paige and Sam.)
Z O L T A R (Played by Dave Halladay.)
T H E H I S P A N I C S (Played by Brad and Shannon.)
P R O F E S S O R P L U M (Played by Michael Linley.)
&
M I S S . P E A C O C K (Played by Me!)
Our Poem went a little something like this:
It was calm that fateful night in the manner,
And in those late hours there was a mass killing there.
It happened on Hallow's eve with no one to see,
And it was quite quiet, eerie as can be.
Six guests make six suspects, a number reasonable indeed.
Clearly, clearly the killer was someone in need.
The invitations were sent to the wealthiest financial giants
To meet, greet, and flirt with the nation's most valuable clients.
White Bank Financial United was one of the finest institutions,
Mrs. White closed high value settlements and important conclusions.
Then there was Colonel Mustard, that bloated old bloke,
with billions in WBFU shares, if he went under she'd go broke.
But Mr. Green was at the top with Green Financial
Making, selling, and laundering money put his profits beyond monumental.
Mrs. Scarlet was Green's mistress, almost more than he could handle,
but mum's the word, no one knows of this expensive scandal.
Monopolies colored the nation's map painted by Miss Peacock,
And she's made it quite clear that unless she's dead the monopolies won't stop.
Teaching economics at Oxford for decades
Has taught me how to run this expensive parade.
One may ask, understandably, why I was present,
Because compared to all of them I seemed but a peasant.
I'll tell you why I was asked to go:
I knew what was happening to and fro.
Under the table cash for the Colonel
Promised Mrs. White status eternal.
Not to mention Green's illegal success,
Set him as royalty in the nation's press.
I knew of the sex affair between Green and Scarlet,
I knew her husband unknowingly married a harlot.
Miss Peacock was rich without a doubt,
I knew how she worked and who she wanted out.
So don't be fooled by all of the beautiful colors
And how "cordial" they acted in front of each other.
It was a bloodbath in the house that night,
Over-due murders that were fueled by plight.
First, a rib cage displacement via knife to the heart
Life five frightened guests without a clue where to start.
Next, a body strangled by a noose was exposed
Hung, neck broken, an idea: perhaps suicide was proposed.
Nay! Foul play was the ruled conclusion
Because found on the skull was a nasty candlesticked contusion.
With four uneasy dignitaries and an unknown killer,
Left us holding our breath, trying to keep stiller.
A gunshot was heard and a body thudded to the floor.
"Oh no," someone whispered, "there goes one more!"
Three then remaining and the small group split up,
The only clues of the murders were the left-behind props.
I came upon another corpse, the body dead ripe,
Blunt force trauma to the head with a heavy lead pipe.
"That leaves only the killer and I," I thought to myself,
"It's too late for an attempt to call out for help."
Mrs. White was stabbed and Green shot dead
Left Colonel Mustard alone from the fatal pipe to the head.
Miss Scarlet hung still, head bleeding in the study,
"Odd," I whispered, "the weapons lie next to each and every body."
Still in the study I noticed the candlestick missing,
A one-on-one hunt has begun and is going to get risky.
I glanced to my right and to my relieved delight
I spotted a heavy steel wrench for own self-defense.
I'm scribbling this narrative in somewhat of a frenzied fashion,
Hiding all alone in this horror-filled mansion.
So read this, read this! Read this I plea
Because I feel in my already cold heart the Peacock's desire to monopolize me!
X O X
K A T I E G O O S E
