Ode To The Morbid

Feb 11 2008 By Karen Tait

HORROR film enthusiast Karen Tait of High Blantyre penned this poem about Cupar in Fife.

The 47-year-old, from Waverly Terrace, has written a number of short poems and songs, normally about people she knows, places she has worked or visited.

She explained: “I was passing through Cupar in 1991 and had the idea to write a poem. “I have no idea as to what inspired me to write such gruesome words except I do confess to being a huge horror film fan during the 1970s-1980s.

I especially liked the old Peter Cushing, Christopher Lee, and Boris Karloff movies, which in my opinion were more atmospheric and had less blood and guts than the horror films now.”

Ode To The Morbid

There was a young Cupar from Fife,
Who cut up his wife with a knife. He hid her under the stair, then stripped his floor boards bare,
And buried her under the ground.
But by luck wee Bob, who was Bill Smith’s dog,
Was noted for his great sense of smell.
And when Billy had gone out,
Wee Bob set about to unravel his curious find.
With paws he dug after ripping the rug,
The Smiths got as a present from last year.
When he discovered the trap, well he barked and he barked,
Till the neighbours got so distraught, that they marched to the spot.
Where Bob was found shaking with fear ... as the remains of Mrs Smith began to appear.
With a call and a shout, the police were out.
And Billy was arrested.
He got 25 years in jail, which wasn’t bad.
But less than the time suggested.