Charles Stanton was an ordinary boy,
Well-liked by friends and teachers at the school,
He liked the usual things young men enjoy
But with the opposite sex he felt a fool.
One holiday he met a girl called Sue
And felt too shy to speak to her at first,
He worshipped her and didn't know what to do,
Sometimes he felt as if his head would burst.
He really wanted to impress this girl
And make her think that he was no-one's fool,
He fantasized - his mind was in a whirl,
He wanted her to think him really cool.
One day he grabbed her by the arm
And said 'You're driving me quite mad! '
So she replied, not thinking any harm,
'Come home with me and we can go to bed.'
The papers say he stabbed in the breast
Seven times at least (I don't believe it's true!)
They say he claimed he'd put her soul to rest
But why he really did it no-one had a clue.
John Thorkild Ellison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-an-ordinary-boy-sex-crime/
