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The Euthenating of A Shrew

     "The Euthanating Of A Shrew"
How cowardly he hid within the heated night
just brooding up all manner of his dark delight;
all sorcerous they be,
and evil if you see
beyond his explanation of his sordid blight!

Incouthenated, he did promise Nellie Dee,
a simple mind--but not known for her chastity,
that he could weave a spell
and bring it on so well,
her hearts delight would soon come all so willingly!

And adding interest to this sordid little tale,
dear Nellie loved a scoundrel who hung out in jail,
from drinking Friday nights
and getting into fights,
and staying there so long, for no one went his bail!

She paid the sheriff ev'ry night she come to call, 
there be no price to great, for darling little Paul,
to see he rightly fed,
then tucked away to bed,
and what they did in jail--was known by one and all!

Now Cecil in his greatest rage of jealousy
set out to set his way to love more narrowly,
to gaining Nellies hand,
for Paul he couldn't stand,
so then he set about a plan so dastardly.

Knowed he that Nellie sought a way to win the heart
of darling Paul, but couldn't make his soul to part,
with his mischievous style,
he'd had it for a while,
though Nellie tried to change him from the very start!

Now pretty Nellie, teased poor Cecil ev'ry way,
but why she could not love him, she just never say!
but hinted when she could--
at least he understood--
she couldn't stand his mother who just bitch all day! 

Now Cecils mother, how she cry just all day long,
if Cecil say's it so, his mother said it's wrong!
and said she Cecil, hear,
your Nellie's not so dear!
But crazy Cecil felt his love just growing strong!

And in these days, wrought by the deadly plague that spread,           
concocted he a brew, and fed it to his mothers head,
and she grew wearily,
and in such pain that she
for-thought she would be better off, if she be dead!

Now this all fit the way that Cecils plan would be,
he told his mother that the plague was plaguing she;
and be it as it were,
he euthanated her,
and gained her wealth, but lost his greatest misery!

When Cecil told her, Nellie had a nervous fit,
she told the sheriff that she had no part of it!
then crazy Cecil knew
his only hope was brew,
so set he in his cellar to mix up a bit!

And all the while, he kept his mother there to see,
and told the sheriff that she was in apathy,
he gave the sheriff brew,
and got him drunk into
the state of making love to her posthumously....<<<<<

While he sent word to Nellie that she come and call,
for he had just the brew to win the heart of Paul,
he went down to the jail,
and set the doors to nail,
then burned it down in hopes that he could rid it all!

Came she down to his cellar on his creaking stair,
as he laid to the vat, and stirred it with great care;
obnoxious was the smell,
it looked like straight from hell,
and what he promised was a great love potion there!

So drank she until she came to be weak in mind,
and enamoured to any love of any kind,
and Cecil knew it so
and then he got to know
the love she'd never yet allowed his heart to find.

But sobered came the sheriff from his merriment
and grabbed them by the neck--then just by accident,
they fell into the vat,
and that just ended that!
Now no one even knows just where they might have went.

© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017

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