A collection of dark humor quatrain. |
Poison Tea Poetry is a poetry form invented by Tom Kreitzberg. Welcome! Stay awhile. Could you? Update: Sadly, no more Tom Kreitzberg's website: How to brew Poisontea: http://www.smart.net/~tak/poisontea.html |
She forced him to eat her peanut butter fudge. But her plan was destined to fail. Allergic to peanuts, he soon didn't budge. She was sentenced to life in jail. |
He poisoned his new bride with arsenic tea. She'd changed soon after the wedding. He then got his axe, but unfortunately, She still nags despite her beheading. |
She offed her fifth hubby with arsenic tea. He was old and senile like her third. But, what happened next, she could never foresee. He'd willed his fortune to his pet bird. |
His wife poisoned him slowly with arsenic, Expecting him dead in a year. But before her deadline, her grim plans were licked. She was crushed by a chandelier. |
He poisoned her salad, She poisoned his steak. They'd grown apart during the year. But witnesses say, at their house on the lake, Together, their ghosts reappear. |
He served his first wife ars'nic tea 'til she croaked, then buried her in Potter's Field. His new wife watched him die as he gagged and choked. In her deep freezer, he lays chilled. |
He drank from his glass during the New Year's toast. Then collapsed and soon choked to death. His wife stood to gain all his money, the most. For he'd married Black Widow Beth. |
She poisoned the gravy, she poisoned the turkey. She wanted to kill him with style. But the poison's effect worked much too slowly. He rotted alive for a while. |
Fed up with her nagging, he poisoned her cake. And although he made the grave choice, Of sinking her corpse to the bed of the lake, He still hears her nitpicking voice. |
She poisoned his coffee, she poisoned his soup, Wishing she'd married his brother. But now that her hubby is out of the loop, She really deals with his mother. |