Anne-Marie Roarlingson.
Sat doing, as she always did.
On Thursday’s.
The thing she most like to do.
Eating chips, from out of old newspaper.

Tom Roarlingson.
Smiled at her.
And carried on feeding his guppy’s.
Look Anne he exclaimed.
The tail on this one must be a mile long.

He was wrong, as he always was.
It was only 2 inches.
Anne-Marie Roarlingson.
Died that year, and when the Doctors where ask why.
It turn out the Thursday ritual had killed her.

Tom Roarlingson.
Started to neglect his guppy’s.
As a man he knew, he was nothing without her.
In a fit one night, he dipped all the guppy’s in batter.
Then fried them up... You...Know...He...Did...Not...Have. THE HEART TO EAT THEM !!!