I don't think I've ever posted this
Jeremiah O’Reily,
Son of the prestigious O’Reily family,
Was admired everywhere he went.
He was rich-
Bur hardworking.
And chairtible, certainly.
(His family even had their own foundation, you see.)
Always giving, always sharing,
Constantly kind and constantly caring
People say that’s why he became a doctor
Top of his class at medical school
Surgeon at Saint Anne’s Hospital
He was a star.
Extremely, impressively, amazingly skilled
Scalpels seemed an extension of his arm.
His deft hands saved many a life
Since the day he vowed to do no harm
Families trusted him, and the nurses swooned
When his eyes met theirs across the operating room
Dark-haired, broad-shouldered
More attractive than the average guy
But he was quiet and almost shy
Jeremiah O’Reily, MD
Wealthy, generous, talented, pretty
Looked up to by all but humble as well
The one for which the whole hospital fell
Chose one favored colleague
Dr. Leota Avery
(who equaled him in looks and skills, probably)
for a date.
The gossips had a field day.
O’Reily and Avery, stars of the hospital
Together?
So the went on their first date
Expensive dinner, high-brow play
And returned to the palatial O’Reily family mansion
And then, as the stories say,
O’Reily went to the cellar to get some wine
And Avery, left alone in the parlor, found
A knife
He returned to her
She confronted him
And the chase began
Jeremiah O’Reily grabbed the knife
Manic grin and wild eyes
Leota Avery screamed and fled
Running for her life
Up the stairs, through the halls
Around the massive house
The feral predator, the terrified prey
A twisted game of cat and mouse
He caught her arm and she fought back
He got bruised and she got slashed
The fight continued and they say
That if the investigator hadn’t stormed in
Leota Avery wouldn’t died that day
Samuel Corriander, private eye
And close personal friend of Dr. Avery
Sensed something was wrong and came to her rescue,
Fighting off O’Reily’s frenzy
Slashes, cuts, punches, blows
The madman screamed, and the detective lunged
The crack of wood, the crack of bone
The surgeon’s body broke the banister
And plunged to the floor below
Neck twisted, back bent
Visage still wild and a knife clenched
In one blood-stained fist
And so was the fall of Dr. Jeremiah O’Reily
Family friends, those at the hospital
(Dr. Avery especially)
Were earthshakingly shocked
How could he be so homicidal?
Scratches aside, Avery survived
But O’Reily was laid to rest
A beautiful, caring, generous healer
A gentleman of whom people always thought the best
He was a surgeon! They cried
He saved lives!
How could he ever take one?
Detective Corriander shrugs and offers his theory:
He was probably homicidal from the beginning,
And became a surgeon just to cut people
Laila liked it. I'm going to read it for the poetry slam tonight.