It was a hazy day
under a fierce sun
when she passed my way
carrying a gun.
i loved her from the moment she shot
her old colleagues in the supermarket
i knew then she was not
the complete basket.
i followed her proclaiming my love.
with blood-soaked hands she nodded
I revered her like a god above
well and truly besotted.
She smiled at last and kissed my lips
I gave her an embrace
She said: "How I admire your quips".
And shot me in the face.
Joe Haines
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