I read a book once,
one with a happy ending
the denouement didn’t suit my mood
I have to admit;
the good guy won out in the end
and got the gal,
justice was served,
the bad guys got their just desserts;
the sun presumably rose again
the following morning after the story ended,
over that small town in the middle of nowhere USA;
It’s always a small town,
the crooked politician, corrupt cop,
local businessman with too many secrets to conceal.
and some innocent gets in their way
by chance or accident,
fate really doesn’t mind which,
and then up pops the reluctant hero;
the saviour of the day,
honour, virtue and fair play;
and he is pretty much always
reluctant, hesitant, self-effacing
pushed to the limit
before he invariably acts,
displaying the customary tropes of being
a tad graphic, a touch sadistic and having a
a flair for the unexpected as he dispatches
each of the bad hombres in turn;
And so he wins in the end,
gets the gal and the kudos,
and most important of all,
the chance to do it all again
in the sequel.