by Nick Gisburne
I’ve made a game I’d like us all to play,
With prizes for the winner, for the best.
The house is locked. It opens in a day.
So tell me, are you ready for the test?
A box. Inside, a fully loaded gun.
For each of you a neatly folded note.
It’s time to look, to see, to start the fun,
With secrets you’ll be sorry that I wrote.
You’ve each committed terrible mistakes:
You found a woman too insane to trust.
From seven weddings, seven wedding cakes,
But six of them will crumble into dust.
The box is empty. Where’s the gun? I lied.
You married me, all seven. Time to hide.
