I had written, yet not quite finished, three verses.
a pool of blood on the kitchen floor
tells a bitter tale
a family that now is no more
a home that is for sale
a row that had gone out of hand
rage suppressed too long
caused a normal fam'ly's end
???
a cleaner wipes the kitchen clean
no traces must be left
the fam'ly's heirs are very keen
to sell the property [doesn't rhyme with "left"]
Sometimes you just have to let things rest for a while. I re-read my sketch today, and completed it without any ado:
a pool of blood on the kitchen floor
tells a bitter tale
a fam'ly that now is no more
a home that is for sale
a row that had gone out of hand
rage suppressed too long
caused a normal fam'ly's end
lives that had gone wrong
a cleaner wipes the kitchen clean
does her job properly
the fam'ly's heirs are very keen
to sell the property
And now for the chorus...
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