The Love of My Life

At 52 found the love of my life.
My soulmate forever!
Finally fate had smiled on me.
Never had I been so happy!
The wedding pure bliss, the kiss divine.
A week later the police knocked on our door
And took the love of my life, my soulmate away
And charged her with poisoning her last 4 husbands to death.

Bob Boyd

Dead Man Tells a Tale

It used to be dead men told no tales
Now with DNA they’re singing like birds
A small time Mafioso I bumped off
Broke the Omerta Code after I killed him
Ratted me out to the cops like a traitor
To our sacred Mafia oaths and principles
I should have known no good rat he was
That he’d find one last way to rat me out
After I buried his body in a national park
And a park ranger said he found the body
When that stool pigeon appeared to him
In a dream where I buried him in the park
With my telltale DNA all over his dead body

Bob Boyd