Dead Wed Poem by Ima Ryma

I decided to kill my wife -
Make it look like an accident.
A cold sore on my lip of life,
She caused me nothing but torment.
While she was soaking in the tub,
I snuck behind and pushed her down.
Heaven was hearing her 'blub-blub',
And knowing that she soon would drown.
In panic, she grabbed at a cord.
The radio fell from the shelf.
It was a shocking end - oh Lord,
For her as well as for myself.

As you might guess, it's hell for me.
I'm stuck with her eternally.