Make a killing

She didn’t want to watch
She didn’t want to see
She didn’t want to get involved
Her husband tragically
Was a heartless bastard
The sheep he had brought back
Unloaded it and murdered it
It was under attack

She just couldn’t watch it
But stop it not a bit
She wanted to eat it
The stove already lit
The little soul was sensing
His life would be soon gone
He didn’t struggle there was no point
He just lay down upon

The grass the husband stunned him
It was going to be a spring lamb
With some mint sauce
They prepared
It was going to be
Freshly killed and delicious
Horror all the way
These meat eating neighbours
They just sickened me
That day.