THE LAST SUPPER

By moonphish

Sun, 23 Nov 2014

2 comments

they gathered all together

as they often had before

for a melancholy supper

that would rock them to the core

for they knew he was the chosen

in mere moments, he'd be caught

a soul to be delivered

so a lesson could be taught

they all had heard the rumors

and their worries had been dire

because he was the best of them

they knew he'd soon expire

the elements were all in place

the trap soon to be sprung

it was to be his destiny

as prophesiers sung

thus began the final supper

with the morsels all in place

the chosen one moved forward

with a calmness on his face

the cast was set and ready

and he gladly took the bait

they hooked poor freddie catfish

and they said he tasted great

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Sun, 2014-11-23 16:09

A rhythmic treat to read. I liked this a lot.

Jenny.

Permalink Submitted by moonphish on Mon, 2014-11-24 14:45

thanks so much Jenny