Stormy Night -A Book of Poetry-

Ransom

I'll skip to the good part

I have your kid

You can tear the world apart

But she's well hid.

Don't worry, she's in no harm

Or she isn't now

Just don't sound the alarm.

I only ask for one thing

To see her safe return

$10,000 to me you'll bring

Or her pretty face will burn.

You have twelve hours at most

But no need to be rushed

I'm enjoying being her host

Before I have her hushed.

 Little Erin is still in my care

Passed out upon my floor

She is alive, for I am fair

But there is pain in store.

I still ask for cash

As much as you've got

I may be rash

But my plan is not.

I'll hold my word

Until tomorrow arrives

If you don't come through

You'd better hope she survives.