If I could get away with murder
This is what I’d do;
Into the forest we would set loose,
To play a little game between us two.
Hide and seek would be our little plan,
Without you ever knowing what was at hand.
For when you counted from one to ten,
As the numbers ticked with every minute spanned,
I would slip behind the tree where you stood,
Gliding the rope around your neck, so crude.
Inch by inch I would squeeze your breath
Until unconsciousness brought you closer to death.
And onto the tree, you would be tied,
Covered with honey from the beehive.
Next, I would wrestle a hungry brown bear,
Leading her to a treat, ever so rare.
Then in an instance, you would awake
As you watched her bringing you to your fate.
Limb by limb she would tear,
As I watched you screaming in agonizing fear.
And when she was done with her little golden treat
I would cut the rope as you slumped to your knees.
Twenty-four hours after the deed was done
I would call the police with this simple song:
My friend and I were on a weekend trip,
He took a wrong turn and slipped down a cliff.
Tumbling down, he lay limp by a cave
Just like a dead-man set in a grave.
Then before I could let out my breath,
I watched in horror as the beast brought death;
She ate my friend while he was alive,
And this would be my perfect alibi!