Lizzie Borden Society Forum

I thought I would try my hand at a Lizzie poem. I saw a thread from back over a year ago and posted it there, but thought I would share with others in this new thread. This poem is so bad I hope to give everyone a good laugh.
Well, I'm no poet and my feet certainly show it..They definitely aren't Longfellow's.
Ok, here is my poem and I admit it is really bad. I couldn't resist. I wanted in on the fun too.

40 whacks, why not at all.
29 whacks, the hatchet did fall.
For the rumors are not true,
But what is innocent Lizzie to do.

The cry of murder rang out
That day and we know Lizzie
Did it some would say.
Off to jail poor Lizzie went
Night and day there she spent,

Lizzie sat in court day after day
And finally the jury had their say.
Twelve men all in a row,
Told the Judge to let her go.

A quite life at Maplecroft waited,
But the murders were still hotly debated.
A hundred years has now gone by,
But the talk simply will not die.

Did she do it, time didn't tell,
But oh the books it did sell.
Lincoln did one and what a shame
On Lizzie head she placed the blame.

To the ages she now belongs,
So with that I end my song.

Pretty clever! I like the reference to Victoria Lincoln.

I commented on the other thread.

Now we should come up with more here!
(I can't concentrate right now, what with bugs and rain, sorry!)

ok heres my try at it:

She took a hatchet, so they say.
Chopping step mom and dad on that fateful day.
At the inquest of dear Miss Lizzie,
They asked what could have put her in such a tizzy.
Money, greed, an angry game?
Either way it’s just a shame.
Not guilty was declared at her trial.
She returned to Fall River with a wistful smile.
Did you or didn’t you was the question asked for years.
She would answer only in private through eyes filled with tears.
The question I ask myself you see,
did that fateful day really free Emma and me?

That's romantic and tragic. I like the "dear Miss Lizzie."

So quiety treading from stair to stair,
Creeping to catch her prey unaware,
A blade hidden in folds of her gown,
The first blow brought poor Abby down,
The seconds crawled, hanging in space,
Abby lay in a heap, arms over her face,
Terrified as each blow found a mark,
Did she pray as her world went dark?

All of these are very good - kudos to all of you!

I'm glad I posted the poem here and others have joined in. Who would have thought Lizzie could inspire poetry.

I like all the poems here so far. Lizzie inspires more in us Bordenites then we can ever imagine. Thanx for the thoughts on my poem Kat......I tried to write one without the final judgement of if she did it or not but also tell the story and pain of what she was left with after the trial as though through her. We think of Lizzie being "free" to do what she wanted after the trial but in my opinion, I am sure there was many a time she honestly didn't think of herself or Emma as being "free". She and Emma were never free of that day until the day they died...and even now they really aren't free.

I truly enjoy reading the poetry that you all post. I was hoping to log in today and maybe find a few more goodies on this thead.