The Ballad of Oscar and Reeva

(To the tune of “Frankie and Johnny”)

Oscar and Reeva were lovers;
It will come as no shock.
She was a 5-8 model;
He an Olympic jock.
He was her man, and he done her wrong.

Now Oscar was a macho gun-lover,
Sharpened his skills at the range,
The semi-automatic pistol by his bed
Didn’t seem all that strange.
He was her man, and he done her wrong.

One night the two lovers quarreled,
She hid from his anger in horror,
But rooty-toot-toot, Oscar did shoot
Right through that bathroom door.
He was her man, and he done her wrong.

Judge shook his head at Oscar:
“Son, I’d love to turn you loose,
“But you don’t have a leg to stand on
“With that sorry lame excuse.
“You were her man, and you done her wrong.”

©Arnold  J. Bradford, 2013.

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