Suspect death you make,
With a loupe, looks I take,
One gam I did break,
Ambles I can't take,
I am watching you.

I'm single today,
But if Grace had her way,
She'd make me sashay
Down the aisle and say
What she wants: "I do."

Oh I can't see
Your chicanery.
A case I can't make,
So flower pics I take.

Then I get the shakes--
Grace in your place breaks,
Wedding ring she takes,
You see her mistakes,
You'll be stalking soon.

Your wife's gone, she went off without a trace;
You cleaned at night the knives and saws in the place;
You scrubbed tub down. . .rubbed at an OCD pace;
Tired of the old bag. . .longed for one to replace.
After hiding every severed piece.

Oh I should beat
You with cane near me.
My defense abates;
I defenestrates.

I feel the land shake,
Other gam I break,
Gamble I did make,
Gambols I will take--
I'll be walking soon.