She killed him in the hallway
Her tiny frame she used
Tired of all his nonsense
And being so abused
He’d come home for his dinner
The meat defrosting on the side
He’d started asking questions
And once again, she’d lied
The coolness of the winter
Stopped the meat from getting soft
He was taking off his overcoat
When she held the meat aloft
Twenty years of torture
They had never crossed a bridge
She slowly bent to pick it up
And placed it back into the fridge!
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