The way It Really Went Down

It was I who gave Peter

the stew in a pumpkin shell

recipe, I confess.

Peter may have ate pumpkins,

which is fine for those of

Delicate constitution,

but Petter was an idiot.

He married a woman who ran

through his money like water.

Announcing his wife had gone

to be with her sister “when her child

was due,” he held a party,

invited all his old buddies,

served us stew in a pumpkin shell,

which we ate up very well.

When she never returned, the cops

searched Peter’s trash, did DNA tests,

And the rest is history.

Peter got lethal injection.

His buddies could never eat stew

of pumpkin again the rest of our lives.


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