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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An evil dude that William Munro. I think we need Paul Scribbles to put this into a guitar blues song 🙂
Ha… I’m waiting for it..
What a great picture and poem!
I couldn’t avoid the charming man.
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.
William is most grateful… and I will tell him to fix em… maybe it’s because he’s from New South Wales.
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.)
Beware of William Munro though,
he’s there to get you
William Munro isn’t very kind
he will never mind
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.
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
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’.
I thought a bit of those broadsheet murder ballads … we had them in Sweden also and I grew up with Elvira Madigan… that also where made into a film.
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. 😦
I checked out what he was caught for… it was actually trading stolen goods…
Now these guys actually did something wrong:
Not the one on the right (my right) … He was a good boy, hanging out where he shouldn’t have been, guilty by association. But he didn’t mean to do anything wrong.
http://blogs.sydneylivingmuseums.com.au/cityofshadows/william-munroe/
Whew, now THIS ONE is trouble:
😉
Yes… those eyes will haunt my dreams.
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.
Lock up your daughters…so he wined them and dined them and dropped them like used dish-cloths…
Nice ballad. And Williams back on the street.
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
One wonders, with a face like that, how Willie Munro EVER charmed any of those sweet young things. A fun read, Bjorn
Great ballad, I picture someone like Waylon Jennings or Johnny Cash or some other outlaw country artist doing this justice. He is downright scary.
The punchline is the photo! What a charmer! No wonder he was so successful. Excellent, Björn!
Brilliant although I do wonder too how he charmed the ladies…but there is nothing as strange as folk…
Anna :o]
Ha, Munro was resourceful, no doubt. Refrains here are magical!
I had the same thought as Hypercritical. William must have had hidden talents because that face… Great ballad though 🙂
Wow! Just the story was great. Very bad man he is. I wish he could have stayed inside. Greatly done!
This is definitely a winning song here! All we need is someone to put some music to these lyrics. Great story Bjorn 🙂
I agree this ballad is yearning for a guitar. An awesome capture.