The carpenter loved Sue <br />with skin so fair <br />but she told him <br />for him <br />she did not care <br /> <br />Her words cut him through <br />put his mind in arrears <br />now we find that Sue <br />maybe, too <br />should have cared <br /> <br />We don't know how… <br />with his planer, I guess <br />but he made Sue <br />a dresser or two <br />and she's quite a lovely chest <br /> <br />What he's done to you, Sue <br />in my eye there's a tear <br />but he was thin-skinned <br />and you were skinned-thin <br />and that was when <br />you were made a souvenir* <br /> <br />(* oh dear, I mean 'a Sue Veneer') <br /> <br />Epilogue (from the Chief of the Bureau of Investigations) <br /> <br />The murderer confessed <br />and he's now on death row <br />For Sue, we said 'Amen' <br />and I regard that chest again <br />It'd look great in my den… <br />Think that anyone would know?<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murdered-by-a-furniture-maker-from-the-chief-investigator/
