I decided to kill my wife -
Make it look like an accident.
A cold sore on my lip of life,
She caused me nothing but torment.
While she was soaking in the tub,
I snuck behind and pushed her down.
Heaven was hearing her 'blub-blub',
And knowing that she soon would drown.
In panic, she grabbed at a cord.
The radio fell from the shelf.
It was a shocking end - oh Lord,
For her as well as for myself.
As you might guess, it's hell for me.
I'm stuck with her eternally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem