Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 "Mack the Knife"

The name's MacHeath, just call me Mack.

Lots of whiskey I like to down.

For knives I'm known to have a knack.

Just ask anybody in town.

Anytime a dead body be

With knife wounds being the cause why,

The word spreads real fast about me

That I must be the guilty guy.

So I sit sipping whiskey and

Puff on a cigar when the cops,

Checking out my knife, they demand,

Their suspecting me never stops.

But the cops never seem to know,

Two knives, one to kill, one to show.