I once knew a man with a vulturous eye <br />I hated it so much that he had to die, <br />I crept to his room every night, <br />Always being sure to make no light <br />But that terrible deed couldn't be done by me <br />'Till that vulturous eye, I could see. <br />And then, as I crept to his room one night, <br />My hand slipped-Oh what a plight! <br /> <br />I waited for hours <br />And my thoughts, they grew sour <br />As I saw that vultourous eye <br />My opportunity arrived! That man would die <br />He let out just one shriek <br />And then submitted, ever so meek <br />I hid him under the floorboards there, <br />the boards arranged so not worse for wear <br /> <br />Then, hark! The police came <br />I tried my best to act the same <br />But, alas, my will and destiny did part <br />And I was given up by the tell-tale beating of my heart.<br /><br />Margaret Everard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tell-tale-heart/
