A Very Unfortunate Thing

An Ironic Poem

A very unfortunate thing

has taken place this very evening.

My husband came home sick of ale

and now he will be dead as a doornail.

 

I know not just how it happened;

it did not go quite how I’d imagined.

He was supposed to eat the cake

with poison like that of a snake.

 

But instead he simply passed out!

And I couldn’t wake him with even a shout.

So I decided to improvise.

What did I have by way of supplies?

 

A knife to cut him apart?

A gun to blow through his heart?

A noose to hang his neck?

Surely, they’d leave the house a wreck.

 

What of a pillow?"of course!
What an excellent"a genius!"source,

just smother him with those feathers!

Oh! How I am just so clever!

 

So smother him I did,

and in moments he was dead.

I sat down to celebrate.

I sang and drank and ate.

 

What a delicious piece of cake!

And then I had realized my mistake.

Reviews

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The rhymes here feel too forced and uncomfortable to me but its still a good poem worth 100.