| THE MAMING OF THE SHREW |
| Darling dear, your imprecations cut me to the quick Your mewling, whiny, ululations rattle in my head Silently you soon shall rest upon a gambrel stick And vex me not, with your sharp tongue, which once filled me with dread Then I shall cleave you to exscind your cold virago's heart Cook it in a frying pan and feed it to the dog The very "cur" you used to kick, which gave him quite a start In fact, I feel he senses this as he sits there agog Your viper's tongue I will excide and toss it in a jar Filled with acid to dissolve in that which it oft sprayed Your carcass I shall dump off at the pits abrim with tar But I shall keep your scowling head to see your face decayed |
| MANQUELLER MANQUE |
| I could've been a ladykiller, just like Springheel Jack Decollating prostitutes, prostrate on their backs Viscerate them cleverly, split up to their necks Displace all their vital bits and desecrate their sex Or, perhaps, a Bluebeard bridegroom, handsome, suave, and fell Loving husband, till the wifey breeched my private Hell Monsieur Verdoux killed his spouses, only for the cash I would do it for the bloodlust, then char them to ash Don't think me a woman-hater, I'd kill menfolk too Just give me a sniper gun, and I'd know what to do Ensconced up in a bell tower, in the hub of town The cops would have to take me out, before they took me down Maybe I'd just go legit, tho' still indulge my spree Killing killers on Death Row, whilst other people see When I'm done, I'd get a check and Uncle Sam's glad hand Only in America could slaying be so grand! |