Till Death Do Us Part
In a not-so-ideal
wedding idyll,
a homicidal,
recent bride’ll
get ideas,
not be idle.
When he shut-eyed, ill,
then she sidled
with a bridle,
fastened idol,
both hands tied, till
in came tidal,
claimed suicidal,
got car title,
left for Slidell.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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