Small Pleasures

Your blood sprayed all across my face
It took me hours to clean this place
Soap didn't work so I used lime
and bleach cleaned up the kitchen fine

I scrubbed the steps, painted the wall
and underneath the floorboards crawl
and dragged your fat ass
as you distend and rupture gas

I'll hide the stench with caustic lye
I'll watch it melt away your eye
and under my small garden plot
throughout each night you'll start to rot

No evidence will be around
Your body will never be found
and to this end I'll make a start
I won't get caught, I'm just too smart

And if I did then what despair!
No one will notice or care
and we'll hear nothing more from you
as old news is nothing new

I'll sit and plan and do my sewing
I'll smoke and smile with no one knowing
and enjoy small pleasures left to me
Read a book, a cup of tea

I'll buy a cat and dye my hair
and smoke and smoke and I won't care
I'll drink and smile and laugh and cough
You won't be here to tell me off

Such happy times! I can see far
My bicycle basket- my little old car
Self sufficiency! Eggs from my hens
And no longer despising to live in the fens

By winter you'll have frozen over
and spring time on you there will be clover
and my summer crop bursts at the seams
as I pick from you my runner beans