SHE: You deserve bad luck
A plague of lies
HE: You cannot cook
You’re not very nice
You serve up muck
Masquerading as rice
A disgusting meal
Cleft for a glutton
SHE: It was veal
HE: It was mutton
SHE: Cordon bleu
HE: It was rotten!
SHE: It was fish
HE: Fish with lettuce
SHE: Chocolate mousse
HE: Not with rabbit
HE: Too much salt
And mushy peas
Trapped in the vault
BOTH: You murdered me!!
HE: Twas a trifle
SHE: With a knife!!
HE: Better a rifle!
V: You murdered your wife!
HE: A crime of passion
I quite admit
She tried to poison
My scrumptious tidbit
SHE: It was veal
HE: I’ve not forgotten
Your burnt offerings
SHE: You sir are rotten!
HE: Take your sandwich
Insolent girl
choke on it
SHE: It’s the end of the world!
V: Mr Ghost!!
I mean sir Simon
This is absurd
Be like Byron
She walks in beauty
Starry climes!
Raven tresses
HE: Look at her eyes
When will it cease
This unseemly charade
You’ll never sleep
In death’s churchyard!
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