In his ******* rage he stuck her then threw her to the ground he called her all the names under the sun then in his brutish poison kicked her
She laid there in a curled heap mouth all blooded and panting she was late in making his dinner so she would have to pay for that
He dragged her to her feet once again and while holding her blood drenched hair punched her hard in the face and neck for he was a man, a real *** of a man
She pleaded for mercy but he cared not he'd been in the pub and drunk a ****** lot
Yet in the morning when the light of day was dawning he found he'd murdered his wife and the gallows were a calling