Poor Mrs. Forrester hated her life
Until the day when she picked up the knife
And carved up her husband with such expertise
That her tired mind, it was finally appeased
He had it coming, you know, after all
The life that he gave her was hardly a ball
He slapped her and beat her, for her life, she feared
So the fact that she carved him up isn't so weird
When they were found, there was blood everywhere
And in the bathtub... well, they found her there
She'd gutted herself and was finally free
Mrs. Forrester suffered from insanity...
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