Beware of William Munro

William Munro ran a scam on the corner
of Broadway and eleventh,
Posing as a gentleman he won the hearts
of girls past adolescence.

O baby please beware of William Munro
nothing that he ever said’s been true.
O baby please let go of William Munro
he doesn’t care a bit ‘bout you

With winning smiles and wedlock promises
he screws them, plucks them bare
‘fore he left and let them wither (left alone)
William Munro never cared

O baby please beware of William Munro
nothing that he ever said’s been true.
O baby please let go of William Munro
he doesn’t care a bit ‘bout you

But a bride-to-be committed suicide
in his wake she died.
William Munro went to jail for this deed
met a court of former brides.

O baby please beware of William Munro
nothing that he ever said’s been true.
O baby please let go of William Munro
he doesn’t care a bit ‘bout you

But William Munro with his winning smile,
could charm his jurors,
to be free again, to win the hearts of girls
making virgins into hookers.

O baby please beware of William Munro
nothing that he ever said’s been true.
O baby please let go of William Munro
he doesn’t care a bit ‘bout you

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31 responses to “Beware of William Munro

  1. Please let William know that some of his verbs need work: “he screw(s) them, pluck(s) them bare”

    … And that he should make better friends with hyphens: “But a bride-to-be …”

    It wouldn’t hurt him to pick up a dime-bag of commas, either.

    I love the first stanza and the part about former brides. This is one of the best dverse prompts I’ve seen. I’m looking forward to what will follow.

      • I’m pretty sure he just likes to push my buttons for funsies. (You can tell him I’m pretty good at pushing back harder.)

      • Ha. I’m ungetable. Although I’m easy to goose … you know, if he sneaks up on me in the kitchen or something. You’ve never heard such shrill screaming.

        My husband lives to torture me. But I bite his inner thighs, and that puts an end to it. I win, every time.

  2. By the Gods he was a hard man was William Monroe! Look at those eyes . . . great words to match the face Bjorn. You need to sing it next. Hahahaha.

    – Esme nodding upon the Cloud

  3. William Munro does seem to be an unpleasant character, Bjorn, a predator who leaves devastation in his wake. He would have made great use of the Internet!.I love the way you’ve written this as a ballad, which reminds me a little of ‘Frankie and Johnny’.

  4. That man in the picture is not a criminal. He’s autistic and confused. Your story is funny, but the truth makes me sad. I think he reminds me of a movie character or something.

    Just look at his eyes! He’s a little boy in a man’s body. He needs a caretaker to protect him. 😦

      • Did you see “Pet Sematary”? That kid looks like Gage. Seriously the most haunting horror-movie scenes I’ve ever soaked into my eyes. Of course, I was a young girl when I first saw it, so it probably messed up my head a little early.

  5. So Willie Munro was a pimp. That’s a realistic assessment of his picture. He could be something else as well though. His clothes and demeanor look respectful, but he couldn’t fool you. Too bad you coppers couldn’t land Willie in the slammer, he had a skeleton key

  6. One wonders, with a face like that, how Willie Munro EVER charmed any of those sweet young things. A fun read, Bjorn

  7. Brilliant although I do wonder too how he charmed the ladies…but there is nothing as strange as folk…
    Anna :o]

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