Mr, and Mrs...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Dec 23, 2018

"Mr Happy, and Mr Angry, lived strangely side by side,
they shared the same earthly body...like Dr Jekyll, and Mr Hyde.
Every now, and then it would start with a tremor, and a slight nervy twitch,
suddenly Mr Angry would appear, like a flick of a faulty switch.
Swearing at all, and anything, and cruelly kicking the poor old cat,
then he'd be back as Mr Happy...just like that!
Jealousy would often consume him, when in a rage he'd attack!
Then always apologise profusely, as Mr Happy suddenly came back.
His evil mood swings, went on for all of his miserable  life,
everyone felt really sorry for his long poor suffering wife.
Until one fateful day, she couldn't take it anymore,
Mrs Angry clubbed him on the head so hard!....HE FELL STONE DEAD, MOTIONLESS ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR!
So calmly....seemingly in a trance, she cleaned up the bloodied place,
Mrs Happy then put on her coat, and left...with a smug smile upon her contented  face."

 

Tags: Dark, Anger, Rhyme, Happy,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Dec 25, 2018 at 11:07pm
A very clever take on Jekyll and Hyde, I think we all know a few people who embody the traits you describe with a sense of fun and humor but also true to life. Merry Christmas Frank to you and your family, I sent you a wish via messages, hope you read it. X
Thabiso seobi commented on Dec 26, 2018 at 12:57pm
Very creative and dark! Nice
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 26, 2018 at 4:31pm
Thanks Cecilia....I think everyone has a Jekyll, and Hyde in them......it's all about controlling Mr Hyde...
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 26, 2018 at 4:34pm
Thabiso....thanks for nice comment..👍🏻🎅🏻..
David Mitchell commented on Jan 02, 2019 at 11:53pm
Ha she planned to kill him from the beginning and poked at him till he became the person who deserved to be slaughtered
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 03, 2019 at 4:11pm
Hahaha.....David ...or should I call you Sherlock Holmes?.....you could be right.....🔍....was it her smiling face that gave it away?..

 

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