Too spoiled to be grateful? Enjoy your doom! |
I'm a spoiled little lady, requiring the best, Finding a new home put that to the test. My man gave me options, choices and deeds. None of them, ever! would fit my needs. Pouting, I held my sweet charms from he. In turn he slipped arsenic into my tea. At first it had such a lovely bouquet; Prince of Wales, Jasmine, perhaps Earl Grey? Once the initial sprinkle settled-in, He stated the facts, detesting my sin. His cold showers taken, 'cause I wouldn't play, Spawned all the stress he suffered this day. He glared at me; his deed confessed. Begging mercy, saying "it's all for the best." My heart then quickened and took a leap; Why did I choose a lover so cheap? I requested a house with a manicured lawn, Not shanties surrounded in a woodland's thorn. But my heart had been void, so vile and rude; 'Twas my behavior inducing his act so crude! Thus, I sit here weakly, in my Windsor chair, Awaiting angelic choirs to float me there; To the great unknown where castles gleam, Perhaps have a cottage by a stream. I saw my life flashing before my eyes; Didn't think he had the wits, to cause my demise. Clutching my breast, I release a last breath. He has done the deed - he has caused my death! I'll go like a lady, What else could I do? I'll learn to enjoy, my tomb with a view. 30 lines (Entry for
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