For those of you enjoying my Pulp poetry story here is the final chapter.
Yet again my repeated thanks to all those readers who have told me how much they have enjoyed this poem, I hope you enjoy the ending.
Chapter 3: Truth will out.
So Brady limps back through the rain
To his office and the dame.
And demands that she now spill the beans.
And the dame burst into tears
Confirming Brady’s worst fears.
That there’s more going on than first seemed.
Turns out the corpse without a head
Was a diplomat it’s said.
And was holding vital files for the UK’s Queen.
And just before he went missing
And his body was found by fishing.
He passed this document to the dame by secret means.
So now the dame is running scared
She wasn’t sure who to trust or where to turn.
And shakily hands Brady the folder that caused this scene.
And in it Brady finds,
The details of all the UK’s spies.
And now he knows why the dame to find him was keen.
But this won’t put Brady off
Cos he’s made of rugged stuff.
And now he’s learned what these secrets to the wrong folk mean.
Chapter 4: Bullet Time.
So to prevent all sorts of diplomatic trouble
Brady knows that on the double.
He needs to get the files back to their rightful place.
Because if the fall into the wrong hands
Then all across this land.
British spies will be in dire straits.
And the inevitable fallout
Will be without a doubt.
War between Britain and the United States.
But before Brady can act
In through the doors fast.
Come villainous henchmen to deliver the coup de grace.
Bullets fly high and wide
As Brady dodges to one side.
And with his revolver seals the goon’s fate.
But a stealthy ricochet
Has sent the dame to an early grave.
And Brady closes her eyes before setting off to close the case.
Chapter 5: Brady saves the day.
So quickly Brady races outside
Starts his car and begins to drive.
Knowing he must get to the British embassy fast.
But his enemies have one last plan
And accelerating their car as fast as they can.
Try to force Brady off the road with a smash.
But Brady’s a cool driver
Those goons should have tried harder.
As a shunt turns their car into a fireball with a crash.
And at the British embassy Brady arrives
Hoping he will be just in time
And knocks the door at the top of the embassy path.
And the surprised guards and doormen
Eagerly snatch the documents from Brady’s hands.
And offer him a cash reward and thanks.
Brady takes the cash and quietly walks away
To his favorite bar just down the way.
Before the cops and loan sharks catch up with him at long last.