The icebox clattered in the night
He stood there in plain sight
I wondered why, does he hold a lantern,
He replied, “Girl, I couldn’t find the cinnamon!”
But darling why do you need a spice,
Remember, you are as dead as ice.
But sweetheart, they never found my body…
‘cause I threw it down the Hooghly!
“I was making you a doughnut, my princess!”
There is nothing royal about cleaning the kitchen mess
All that mattered to you was to cook and eat
Our love had taken a backseat
So I planned and poisoned your apple-flavored honey
He looked around, smiled, and said, “You got rid of me, not my gluttony!”