Hell Hath no…

As she runs the bath for her beloved

Filling it with bubbles 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 recalls how he has been aloof of late

She is filled with rage, her face all blotched

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

As happenstance would have it

He is held up in traffic’s clutch

Before he is back home weary and tired

She wants her plan to be ready, pretty much

He comes back, she greets him at the door,

Dressed to look like a siren

Her dark eyes not giving away her plan a jot

As she plays to perfection, the wanton

One look at her and the maiden is forgotten

His eyes widen, she’s like a 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 spicy 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!

100 thoughts on “Hell Hath no…

  1. I liked your almost whimsical story of betrayal and sweet revenge, as the poison ivy takes hold…..oh, I do like my evening meals,….. roast chicken with fresh vegetables tonight, and thank you,…. but I’ll cook the meal myself xx

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  2. Revenge is best served “in delicious flavour”… When I start reading the poem, each line pulls me inside the poem, deeper. Amazing work!!

    Glad I discovered your blog…

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  3. a tale of revenge, but if she wanted to poison she could have just put the food on the table, he would be hungry coming from the traffic, its a war! but wait was it in the bubbly? :O

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