He Stabbed Her With The Butter Knife Poem by Patti Masterman

He stabbed her with the butter knife-
Though other knives were better fit;
For him there's no apology,
And there's no doubt that he did it.

He stabbed her with the butter knife;
No other lives, could she surfeit,
And there is no theology
Could save her life, for there she sit.

He stabbed her with the butter knife,
And there's no bribe could stop the hit
(Perhaps some demonology
Could find the way to explain it?)

He stabbed her with the butter knife,
And that's the matter, laid quite bare;
The wrong utensil took her life-
He never learned his silverware.