My knife is sharp, it cuts real deep
The edge does glow and gleam
I hate the bad guy, see him weep
It is my fondest dream
To see them pay for their crimes
It makes me happy, see me grin
I've done it so many times
This time the villain doesn't win
I will make of him steaks and chops
The meat doesn't go to waste
I love the sound of when joints pop
here's a stew just for your taste
Say Hi to Killer, let me cook
Make a meal for you sublime
My dinners come from my cooking-book
Please, bring a good red wine
Comments
hello Sir Gee,
We, eddy styx and me, just love it when you and Killer get to work. your poems are ripe and juicy, and a person can sink their teeth into them!
I have one question/suggestion. in this line:
"I will make him steaks and chops" how about: (I will make of him steaks and chops)
ever, eddy styx
*hugs, Cat
Thank you for...
your critique and comments. I believe that you are right, it will flow better. I have another adjustment or two to make and I will incorporate your suggestion when I do. Thanks again, ~ Geez.
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