The Butcher And His Wife #4 Poem by Abby Kimball

I sold my meat,
To a quaint little couple,
They never paid me as much as they should,
Filled with rage and red hot anger,
I only did what I could,

What a sight,
The butcher and his wife

I snuck into their little bedroom,
The husband was cheating the wife,
But when I arrived by the full moon,
He was still treating her nice,

What a sight,
The butcher and his wife

From behind I slit his throat quickly,
And before she could even cry,
I cut her too,
And I graciously let her die,

Sawed of the heads,
And in the morning,
The town was all buzzing,
Over the murder of the couple in their bed,

What a sight,
The butcher and his wife