Blame It On The Cook

It was a sure shock

What we found when home from our walk

There was blood splattered

And glass shattered

All around the room

Someone had found their doom

We did not not know who’s blood it was

Nor what was the cause

All we saw was our dinner laid out

Then my father began to shout

The meat was bloody

Just like the body

Lain in the corner was somebody

Dead and incredibly bloody

By the meat were bloodstained knives

The cause of the end of certain lives

Somebody gasped, it was my brother

Somebody fainted, it was my mother

About the murder, we had been mistook

We now know to blame it on the cook

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