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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