Gambit

I wrote this poem after having watched [admittedly the entirety of] a particularly terrifying crime series, when I had a sudden longing for a binge session of Murder She Wrote and Columbo to feel safe again. As my Scottish Grandmother would have said, 'I do draw the line!'

I liked the crooks and grannies,
From the 70's on the telly,
loveable ruffians most of them,
with brave old ladies,
telling them what's what.
Now it's not the same.
To quote those in the ageing game.
The criminals are cold, stabbing bastards.
Who go too far.
And the grannies.
Well.
They rub their eyes in despair.
Half the time.
Bring back the ruffians.
With loveable hearts.
Will Someone Please?
So we can at least Pretend.
That life really can be good again?

K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots