Upton Wood-Parody

Upton Wood-Parody-from the perspective of the sherrif whom killed the three men.

Three months have passed
The scars still stay,
Marking my pain
On that dark day.

I was the sheriff
I was so bold,
Until one night
My blood turned cold.

I had no choice,
It wasn’t mine.
For I was drunk
Yes, drunk on wine.

Three men I hung
In Upton wood,
Now they’re dead,
Their gone for good.

A farmer told me
They stole his sheep,
And now they hang
In endless sleep.

Three men so young
Did not deserve,
To live with hades
And forever serve.

Just when I thought
All hell was through,
My heart is still,
All black no blue.

My daughter went
A wandering by,
That forest where
Her end was nigh.

I have no mind
On what happened there,
The cursed souls
Dragged her to their lair.

I wish she’d lived,
For now I’ve died,
My heart now yearns
To give way my bride.

But I've killed the groom,
I've killed her brother,
Her favorite uncle
Was the other.

The pains too great,
So now I leave.
Her mother and I,
Our last to breath.

Please read:
http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/upton-wood
For the real Upton wood Poem, by:
MacDonald, Wilson Pugsley