YOU WERE NOTHING SPECIAL . .

YOU WERE NOTHING SPECIAL

 

You’re were nothing special - just meat upon my plate

I used and abused you before slicing you up - then ate

Coming around here begging me to make you my wife

Once married - bad bitch - I stabbed you with my knife

Now your ground bones - are underneath the Marigolds

And you can sit in silence as the rest of the day unfolds

Odours of the Marigold leaves left your plot - dismissed

No one ever liked you- so you were - just never missed

I’ve put the flowers up - at our local garden flower show

No reason why not quite happy for you to bloody pose

Just to find my Marigolds had won the first bloody prize

O’ the bitch - just keeps giving - what a flaming surprise

Your jealousy was terrible and it just wasn’t in the clause

I had to finish you off for myself and for the better cause

On my death you can rest assured nothing will be found

Happiness found - once you had been put to the ground

Indiana . . .