"Mirror Eyes and Pyrite Tongues"

Listen up, you bear-fanged fool:

You're nothing more than an insufferable tool.

I'll pound you into the ground,

so your bloody dust'll never be found.

Now get the hell out of my town, a place, called BlackPool.

Touché, they say, you lying cheat:

When I'm done you'll be nothing but ground meat.

Your games are nothing but scoundrel's folly

Oh, and by the way, we found your 'molly'.

That sweet and bitter ecstasy which promptly leads to your defeat.

Yeah, yeah. So what you found some drugs?

I'd figure you're doing work for hired thugs.

Oh, I've made enemies, it's all the same,

but I won't accept your misplaced blame.

So I'd leave before I gave you a walloping slug!

Oh, assault; how good for the record.

Makes sense after seeing your past rather checkered.

Another thing, that bloke, how well was he?

I figured you'd know, Mr. Vindictive Glee.

Let's see you revenge after this-

Take it easy, punk; don't put me on trial!

And though I like a challenge, it's been a good while.

You redirect the meaning of spoken word,

which makes it hard to know what one's heard.

With a stance like your, it'd be easy to manipulate and beguile.

Oh please, I'm not the only quicksilver'd foe.

And it's quite pathetic how you've sunk so low.

You know you should learn from what you've taught

or else your work will all be for naught.

At least in good time we reap what we sow.

Try to come to blows when you can't even defend!

For all your smarts you should've seen this coming 'round the bend.

You bastard, I'll put you through a world of pain.

And then you'll rot, with nothing to gain.

Now, please God, make this bastard meet his end!


Note: I don't own Blackpool or the characters involved. I only own this poem.

I initially wrote this because I wanted to write something for Blackpool but wasn't quite sure of what to do. I liked the hate at first sight between Holden and Carlisle and their duet in "These Boots Are Made For Walking", and decided to do something based on that. The poem is technically a collection of limericks for arguments' same (pun intended).

The regular type is Ripley Holden and the italics are DI Peter Carlisle. Both are in the middle.

As always, comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Best wishes,

- Gray Carolean