The Execution Of Great Uncle Max Poem by Chris Higginson

The “Smyths’ were hyphened ‘Prendergast’
This shows they were illustrious
They owned some banks, and also vast
Businesses industrious
So now they seeked to represent
Their ancient History
But somehow had to circumvent
A small anomaly
For this concerned Great Uncle Max
Who was a brigand known
He cheated on his Income Tax
And reaped the “Wild Oats” sown
“Old Unck’” as he was called by Cops
Was caught right in the ‘Act”
They “Chaired” him with electric strops
For murder. That’s a fact!
The Prenderghastly-Smyths now had
A problem to record
Avoiding telling truth so bad
They offered a reward.
They found a writer with a twist
Of syllables in mind
To find the words and to resist
Telling lies to blind
Anyone who might discover
The happenings that day
And so by seeking undercover
Bring Disgrace to play
And so to hide electrocution
In that fateful place
He employed some elocution
To save ancestral ‘Face’
“The Chair that Uncle Max had held
In Governmental State
Was tied to him as strong as weld
Until he be-came late
‘Electronics Application’
Was the seat he filled
Great the shock of termination
When his heart was stilled.”