Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Thirteen Knives and Cyanide

Thirteen knives and cyanide hidden in his coat of red,
Thirteen knives to stay alive, for fear of dying, is what he said,
Thirteen knives to defend the Spades, for fear they'll be unled,
Ten and three fine, sharp blades, for cutting throats and cutting bread,
Thirteen knives, each one he'll hide, for each one he's often bled,
And with them hidden cyanide, in case he ever must be dead.

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