Kitchen Horrors

Through The Coloured Glass

The icebox clattered in the night

He stood there in plain sight

I wondered why, does he hold a lantern,

He replied, “Girl, I couldn’t find the cinnamon!”

But darling why do you need a spice,

Remember, you are as dead as ice.

But sweetheart, they never found my body…

‘cause I threw it down the Hooghly!

“I was making you a doughnut, my princess!”

There is nothing royal about cleaning the kitchen mess

All that mattered to you was to cook and eat

Our love had taken a backseat

So I planned and poisoned your apple-flavored honey

He looked around, smiled, and said, “You got rid of me, not my gluttony!”

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