Their house sits high upon a cliff
With water and rocks all around.
But something stinks, just take a whiff;
You don’t need no bloody bloodhound.

Such a lovely couple when they were out;
Good looking and dressed oh so fine.
There was never a reason for people to doubt
Their union was anything but sublime.

However, one thing could not be denied:
The young lass she never did smile.
With eyes often red as if she’d just cried,
A certain fear one could sense for a mile.

As fine as they looked, one dared not approach;
They were cloaked in a dark shroud of danger.
She seemed to annoy him and he would reproach
With words filled with malice and anger.

She was prim and proper, always quiet and shy,
While the blade acted pompous and proud.
It was obvious to all; we soon found out why:
He liked mocking her in a voice overloud

A week or two passed with nary a sight
Of the couple we called Jekyll and Hyde.
We all had our theories which gave us a fright,
A feeling Miss Jekyll had horribly died.

Some folks say our claims are nothing but folly,
People getting carried away with their thoughts.
But Hyde came to town like a peacock so jolly,
To pick up a large jar he just bought.

Now on Hyde’s arm is a red-headed floozy
As flashy as the peacock himself.
Her perfume smells cheap while he is all boozy.
And a jar with Miss Jekyll’s head sits on a shelf.

NAR © 2021

18 thoughts on “MISS JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE”

  1. Great story! You never know what goes on behind close doors do we? Great photograph to go with your piece also. It makes me wonder some times if we would believe it if we knew how awful some people can really be. Sending blessings my friend. Joni

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    1. Many thanks, my friend. That’s a very frightening thought you raised, Joni. It’s not the people walking around in costumes that we need to be afraid of; it’s the psychopaths in plain sight who we fail to see. And they do exist; just ask Miss Jekyll. Oh, it’s too late for that! Bwahahaha!!


  2. A week or so passed, for miss Jekyll not even a sigh
    While Hyde and those cheap perfumes embraced on ecstasy and opium high

    It was a night, such as this
    When Jekyll’s secret friend first saw her head on the shelf and cried
    Screams from the depths of an abyss
    For his fury turned to cold blue steel and a chloroform breath leaving Hyde unable to hide

    A golden plate on cotton tablecloth
    Hyde’s heart ,liver and a bottle of Chianti
    As Hannibal’s soft voice quoth:

    Remember, remember the 5th of November
    I am sweet Jekyll’s friend – name is Lecter.

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