TOTALLY tongue-in-cheek! Inspired by a character in Dylan Thomas' "Under Milk Wood" who plotted to poison his wife. It was all in his mind, as is the case with my character here.
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
should the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
he will rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!