DINNER FOR TWO

by Eveline Paulson

 

Darling, your soup was poisoned?

But how can you tell my love?

Did it taste bitter?

And do you feel ill?

Shall I get the doctor

To give you a pill?

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Darling, your soup was poisoned?

Are you feeling faint?

And has your pulse gone slow?

Shall I get your mother?

Oh dear, what a blow!

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Yes, darling, your soup WAS poisoned,

For years you've tormented me,

But now it's too late for the doctor,

And I, at last, shall be free!

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