A Sonnet to Cyanide
The lady was displeased, of course
Indeed, seriously vexed was she
Putting into her husband’s tea
Cyanide enough to kill a horse.
And then to make things even worse
She placed glass in his lunch with glee
Adding and baking it in brie
‘stead of asking for a divorce
The man in turn, he turned bright red
And he clutched grimly at his chest
Falling heavily to the floor
He gurgled once and then was dead
Leaving her all at his behest
With everyone happy once more.