Support Your Local Bounty Hunter

L M Glegg
L M Glegg
Nov 7 · 2 min read
Image by L M Glegg

’Twas the night after New Year,
and all through the jail,
the pris’ners were sleeping.
Not one wanted bail.

The warden’s confounded,
the lawyers, confused.
Appeals weren’t forthcoming,
paroles went unused.

Keep the story going. Sign up for an extra free read.

You've completed your member preview for this month, but when you sign up for a free Medium account, you get one more story.
Already have an account? Sign in

L M Glegg

Written by

L M Glegg

Author. Digital Artist. Small-town Farmboy.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade