Whole grey thoughts surround me as I calm my shaking hand.

And hoping when my deed is done perhaps you’ll understand?

There are no second chances now, you waived them all away,

confident in knowing you’ll succeed another day.

So tired of all your cheating. Your lies; your cruel deceit.

I’ve found my strength to end this now: It’s going to be my treat.

I thought I’d try to stab you, but I hate the sight of blood

And burning down your house would only scare the neighbourhood.

But Arsenic is a great idea , concealed in Shepherd’s Pie!

Revenge is such a sweet duress. A classic ‘eye-for-eye!

I’ll try to kill you quickly, though your suff’ring would be swell!

an’ I’ll have to move the body quick, imagine how you’d smell

. . . .

. . . .

I mixed the poison slowly which I added to the beef.

“Prepare to meet thy Master!” . . Whilst I rehearse my grief.

I shuddered at my efforts, thinking “later you’ll be dead”!?

But I didn’t buy the ARSENIC, in error I got ARNICA . . instead !!

By Lisa Talbott

From: Portugal