ON HIS DEATHBED

 

Sebastian seriously ill lay dying

His wife, Vicky, by his side crying

He roused from his coma briefly

And his pallid lips moved slightly

He whispered, “Vicky my darling,”

“Hush” she said. “Rest, no talking”

But he was persistent in his distress

“I have something I must confess.”

“There's nothing to confess dearest”

She replied weeping “Please rest”

But Sebastian was not about to cease

“No, no. Vicky I must die in peace,”

“I slept with your sister, and mother

Your best friend, and your brother”

She whispered “I know my sweet one”

“Now let the poison’s work be done”