Axe
with brittle handle
Ute with faulty wheel
Wick in explosive candle
Spoon in poisoned meal
It gives not a warning
It sounds no alarm
It comes with no signing
Assassins mean to harm
Don’t try it or meddle
Don’t drive it downhill
Don’t light it as a vandal
Don’t test it for real
“I knew he was tricksy
I knew he was false”
Where’s Samwise Gamgee
To come take my pulse
