This is one of the best poems, as far as I am concerned, I have had the liberty of writing ^^
1. Finding something.
Amy sat among the flowers, she had been sat there for hours
As she read, intrigued by stories, written in the Holy Book
She had to do this harsh revision, under scrupulous supervision
Church school seemed a bad decision, Sister Mary came to look
Sister Mary came to check that Amy read the book
Amy sensed her and shook
Sister Mary had the aura of a surreptitious Pandora
As she peered over Amy, light and happiness she took
And her eyes, they seemed to pierce, like a knife edge, sharp and fierce
Amy sensed the evil leers, as she continued with the book,
Sister Mary sneered, black and daunting as a rook,
And away she snuck
Amy carried on her reading, after her fear was receding
Then, all of a sudden, something little fell out of the book
It seemed to have a sense, an energy, quite intense
Amy, drawn in by suspense, snatched it like a crook
She wanted out and to her room, to look
Excitement like a bubbling brook
2. cannot wait!
Later, that night, After dinner, Amy acted like a sinner,
She wanted to get back to her room but how?
Her mind within her burning, she couldn’t be bothered learning,
And her mind just kept returning, she wanted to read it now
She tried to get off ill but sister June would not allow
‘I am bored’ Amy did avow
Amy then sat in the Prayer room, an hour sat in dust and gloom
As she thanked the lord, and took her daily vow
Now she really was regretting, finding the paper, now she’s sweating
All the words she was forgetting, the nun’s hated her and how,
Finally she could return to the letter and her room now
She mopped her brow
Amy rushed up to her dorm, snuggled up in bed, nice and warm
She took the piece of paper out on which was a picture of a bough
She let the moment get her, and she found it was a letter
It seemed to just get better, it was signed by James McCow
It seemed to be more interesting now,
Who was this fellow McCow?
3. The Letter
Amy read the letter thoroughly it said:
Oh My dear! I am fearing, This pain within me searing,
And, death, at me is leering, And I fear I must tell you.
That long I’ve kept this hidden, kept a secret so forbidden,
Finally I can be ridden, of the news I kept from you,
But one day I thought it pleasant, to buy you a little present,
Whilst I was out looking for pheasant, and my mind did seem to wonder,
What filigree could I have got, something that would mean a lot?
I thought again, and then thought not, continued long to ponder,
After a hard day out a-hunting, this thought, it came back shunting,
It came back still confronting, all the thoughts I thought before,
And I went and bought a ring, because, this is the thing,
You’ll probably dance and sing, but I couldn’t want it more,
I want you to agree, and come away with me,
Into a simple fantasy, forget trouble and strife,
Complete my arduous task, remove my emotion mask,
Because I was going to ask if you’d become my wife.
But it was never completed, my charisma depleted,
But our love was not deleted, I can tell you that for sure!
So, instead, I stood and lied, I looked for a place to hide,
And now that I have died, I tell you it’ underneath the floor,
I shall love you for ever-more,
The letter was beguiling, Amy sat and started smiling
What if, perchance, the ring was never found
What if the ring is still lying, it’s secrecy undying
Under the floorboards defying, anyone who looked around
Laying undetected, without a sound,
Under the ground.
Amy went quite mad with greed, she allowed instinct to lead
She took an axe and on the carpet she did pound,
And as the floorboard gave a crack, Amy pulled the axe right back
Sanity, Amy did lack, as she hammered at the ground
It made an almost deafening sound
But nothing she had found.
The noise echoed throughout the halls, reverberating off the walls,
Sister Mary was awoken by the noise
She ran around to find the source, found amy in her room of course
She looked upon her with remorse, and raised her evil voice
I’ll give you a punishment that destroys!
I’ll have such joys!
Amy never told of the letter, Maybe it was for the better,
She grinned and bore it as she did the time,
But Amy was still plotting, as she watched her blood drips clotting
Was the ring still sat there rotting, a gold ring so sublime?
The one that had caused Amy to commit this crime?
She heard the church bells chime
The whipping continued into the night, in the room decreased the light
And Amy sat, she in fact started to sing
She felt her blood-stained back, numb from each powerful whack
She peered into the black, but there was still one thing
One thing in her mind did bring
All her attention to sing
And her thoughts to sting
Where was the ring?