As she runs the bath for her beloved
Filling it with bubble and froth
She hums to herself an old forgotten ditty
Talking of love and betrayal, it doth.
She picks up the pile of clothes from the corner
Out falls a photo of a pretty maiden on the floor.
It has her beloved’s name on the back
Her heart has been asunder tore.
She is certainly not the kind to mope around
She needs her sweet revenge, upon her troth!
She plots to teach him a lesson or two
He’s seen her love, now he’ll know her wrath.
A devious idea comes to her crafty mind
She gets busy with putting the finishing touch
Before he is back from work
She wants to be ready pretty much.
He comes back, she greets him at the door,
His eyes widen, she’s like flame to this moth,
After soaking in the bath, when he comes out
She offers him chilled bubbly with froth.
She leads him to the dining room
His favourite food is laden on tablecloth
He delightedly savours each morsel
And dives with relish into the delicious broth.
She watches coyly as he finishes his dinner
He slumps and his mouth begins to foam and froth
He who cheats and breaks her heart
On him, the worst of hell would be wrought.