Mr. Ruffian

Mr. Ruffian

Dear Mr. Ruffian,

Stay away from everyone;
Your knave manner
And rapscallion banter
Is the reprobate slander — you spew.

Your cad ranting
And hooligan scanting
Is pure wretchedness — times two!

Good lord this is becoming a zoo.

You will quickly depart,
With your scalawag heart,
To a rope waiting to set you free
— It’s hanging on the nearest tree.

P.S. You can now see,
The friends that you pleased
While fulfilling your lust and sleaze.

Sincerely,

Mr. Cemetery

Mr. Ruffian by K. Saitta
© 2007-2021 Walk In Verse All rights reserved

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