Rosemary sits alone in the dark,
Looking for that illuminating spark.
Bad news lurks just out of sight,
Leaving question about Tom’s plight.
There is blood on his face and shirt,
Someone is in a world of hurt.
The dark hides the withered arm,
Just waiting to do further harm.
Is Rosemary next in line?
Some would find that just fine.
I doubt that will be the play,
She lives to irritate another day.
Hey, it’s the Menace in the Darkness. What a bloody mess.
Rosemary sits alone in the dark,
Looking for that illuminating spark.
Bad news lurks just out of sight,
Leaving question about Tom’s plight.
There is blood on his face and shirt,
Someone is in a world of hurt.
The dark hides the withered arm,
Just waiting to do further harm.
Is Rosemary next in line?
Some would find that just fine.
I doubt that will be the play,
She lives to irritate another day.
He’ll show Rosemary she has a heart. And lungs. And kidneys. And . . .
It’s always what you don’t see that gets you.
Tom or Dennis!?